I suppose what lures me to doors is the possibility of what's behind them, but maybe that's too simple. A door puts a face on a place, gives it expression, says something about who lives there. I love a reclusive door at the end of an alleyway, a bright red front door declaring itself or a neglected garden gate overgrown with roses--or better yet, weeds.
My front door is a massive thing that needs either refinishing or replacing, whenever I get around to it. I'd rather have a door that lets in lots of light but that's the one I have for now. At least it doesn't let in mice or bugs. I'd love a screen door, but I notice people don't have those around here. Not on the front door, anyway. We had them on all the doors in the house I grew up in.
This door was irresistible and now I'm on a kick. I call this post "Door, 1" because there might be more to come.
P.S. Locals may want to take a look at Pasadena, 91105 and Beyond today. It looks like a local landmark may be threatened. Do you know anything about it? photo courtesy of Kat Likkel
Thank you, Kat.