14 years ago – we were planning to build a house
It was a nasty chore! It was an experience – we were not ready for…
And after paying for two sets of blueprints – we began to abhor
Deciding upgrades and the choices galore.
We were also young – and still felt imbalanced from the move-
Hard to build a house while looking for a new life groove!
Also- we were in career mode and had young kids
Our interests were FAR from designing a custom crib!
Then an issue with our lot gave us the chance to walk away –
We decided to buy an already built home- the very next day.
But here’s the thing – we have changed since that time-
And building a home now – would be mighty fine – even sublime!
I now – finally – know what I would want with “this and that”-
From the southern exposure to the type of welcome mat.
But the real exciting choice – and the reason for this poem…
Is because choosing the front door – will be a special part of this home!
I have come to love doors – and this choice will be handled with care-
So we can welcome each guest – with some special front door flare.
Will we choose a double door? – Or a single frame with sleek wood?
Well all I know right now is that it’s going to be GOOD!
In the meantime, I will enjoy the artsy doors I see along the way…
Which includes following the DOOR BLOG – that allows me to dream away.
Because a door can be a work of art – and enjoying them helps fill the heart.
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Also – because Victor Hugo has been mentioned in a few posts this month, I thought I would give you an excerpt Hugo wrote about a cool door – it comes from Les Mis:
“After traversing a hundred paces, skirting a wall of the fifteenth century, surmounted by a pointed gable, with bricks set in contrast, he found himself before a large door of arched stone, with a rectilinear impost, in the sombre style of Louis XIV., flanked by two flat medallions. A severe facade rose above this door; a wall, perpendicular to the facade, almost touched the door, and flanked it with an abrupt right angle.
In the meadow before the door lay three harrows, through which, in disorder, grew all the flowers of May. The door was closed. The two decrepit leaves, which barred it, were ornamented with an old rusty knocker. The sun was charming; the branches had that soft shivering of May, which seems to proceed rather from the nests than from the wind. A brave little bird, probably a lover, was caroling in a distracted manner in a large tree.”
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and go here to check out a door post called Last Dance….
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You are very creative and clever! 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Absolutey beautiful 🙂
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Thanks for the visit – and nice comment!
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Love all the door samples here. Has character, texture, irresistibly charm. Whatever you both choose, let it be the reflection of home you always dreamed of and hope to share in the years to come. Thanks for sharing a piece of your dream door. All the best to you and your family.
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Thank you Mr. Island Traveler! and warm wishes to you and yours as well.
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I love your collection of doors. A door tells so much about the character of the house – that is, if it is not one of the many churned out for the homes that look all the same.
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(EN)Really nice colorful blog post. I love doors and windows, according to me they are like our eyes and our mouth, like an open hand or closed 🙂
(IT)Veramente un bell’articolo colorato. Amo le porte e le finestre:secondo me sono come i nostri occhi e la nostra bocca, come una mano aperta o chiusa. 🙂
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grazie, grazie!!
and loved this the most:
“like an open hand or closed…”
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Great capture… Can we judge anything about the people inside looking at the doors?
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Thanks Sreejith – and sometimes I think we can infer much from the door on the outside…. sometimes, right?
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Yea, to a great extend I feel 🙂
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The Door
I saw the outside of the door
It seemed pleasant to behold
It wasn’t new and it wasn’t old
The entrance was gated
The path even narrower
But to gaze upon its grandeur
Made me know it
Was Hallowed
So as I approached
And raised my gaze
To my amazement
It was made of gold
And within I saw
Wisdom on her Throne
She spoke to me
And said
Welcome Home
The door is Life
Wisdom is your wife
Which is the most valuable
Treasure had
In this temporal life
The power of love is within the mind
Which is eternal through time
Find wisdom
And she will show you
The totality
Of why you were born
Remember the door
But always look within
Its where the truth birth
Really begins
To Learn to Love
That is what you are here for.
By Jeffrey D. Simmons
March 29, 2014
11:14 AM
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Awesome Doc Jeff – and have missed you much – and enjoyed your work today – and really loved the “find wisdom” –
and just like your arrangement too – like this
“So as I approached
And raised my gaze…”
muy bien mi diss amiga, muy bien! 🙂
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El Dr. Prior, eres un vencedor en Jesús y me encanta tu blog mi amiga dis!
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Clever, infectious and most enjoyable. Well done!
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thank you kindly! 😉
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grande colore e fantasia, molto apprezzato
grazie mille
great color and imagination, much appreciated
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grazie e grazie per la visita 🙂
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