Brick Door and Window
Another door photo inspired by Mike and his look at life – with a twist….
This building is a couple blocks down the same road from the Church/Barn Door photo and appears to be from the same era. It appears to be used for music instruction, as I have seen children of all ages arriving and leaving with their cased instruments at all times of the morning and afternoon…from a regular door on the front of the building.
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If the door is forever closed, go through the window! Great catch! 🙂
March 24, 2012 at 6:56 am
Very nice, Robert…thank you. 🙂
March 24, 2012 at 7:09 am
This is an interesting take, especially with the bricked in door, that once was, and the stress crack in the brick. These old buildings tend to lend character to our cities. I love the fact that people are beginning to restore and use many of these treasures, rather than demolishing them. Nice shot!
March 24, 2012 at 9:05 am
I rather liked it, too, Marcy…thank you. And it is nice that concerned people are restoring and re-using these treasures. 🙂
March 24, 2012 at 11:16 am
Another great shot. I always feel bad for blocked up windows and doors – there’s a strong impulse to liberate them!
March 24, 2012 at 11:22 am
Thank you, Lois…I feel the same…but given that we can see where they used to be, it seems like it would be easy to just press on the perforated lines (like stickers or old-school paper-doll clothes) and push the bricks out/in. That would be one hell of a liberation! 🙂
March 24, 2012 at 11:59 am
I really like the blocked door. It holds so many stories.
March 24, 2012 at 2:58 pm
I think it might, Erica…from a long, long time ago. 🙂
March 24, 2012 at 3:20 pm
Excellent photo. I love old buildings with a story, even if I don’t know what their story is.
March 24, 2012 at 5:43 pm
Thank you, Allen…I don’t know what the stories are for this one, but given the apparent age of the building, I would imagine that it has a few to tell. 🙂
March 24, 2012 at 5:48 pm
What a find. A bricked up door. I really do like this one.
March 25, 2012 at 4:29 am
Thank you, George…I thought it was rather interesting, too. 🙂
March 25, 2012 at 2:26 pm
I love the symmetry, the cracks, the colours….. so much in this photo!
March 25, 2012 at 4:31 am
Thank you, Dreams and Zeros. 🙂
March 25, 2012 at 2:27 pm
If there is a bricked door alone in the wall does anyone see it open ?
Intriguing subject and a well done composition. 🙂
March 26, 2012 at 7:59 pm
Nice thought, Elmediat…and thank you for the nice words. 🙂
March 26, 2012 at 8:12 pm
The Lockless Door
Robert Frost
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.
But the knock came again
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.
Back over the sill
I bade a “Come in”
To whoever the knock
At the door may have been.
So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.
March 30, 2012 at 11:02 am
That’s beautiful, Rosette…thank you for sharing the poem…for visiting…and for following. 🙂
March 30, 2012 at 1:35 pm
Betelgeuse Betelgeuse Betelgeuse
April 5, 2012 at 6:23 am
Maybe something like that, Art X.
April 5, 2012 at 12:56 pm