This is a Thursday Doors post.
I wanted to find a poem or a quote or something like that to accompany this post. A post about opening doors to get home. I only found poetry best said at a funeral… not so good for a sunny March afternoon. I’ll save the poetry in case I ever do a series of cemetery doors.
How many doors do you go through in a day?
You aren’t going to find any historical doors here nor have I taken any pictures of colourful, ornate, or classy doors for this post. Instead, I decided to use photos of a few of the doors that I had to pass through on my way home the last time I went exploring, starting with the subway at St. Patrick station.
These are doors that I pass through frequently yet I rarely notice them. Usually I see them more as an impediment to where I want to go. Maybe I should pay them more attention?
For Thursday Door posts by other people, see Norm Frampton’s blog at Norm 2.0. He is the originator of the Thursday Door idea and he also keeps track of which other blogs have participated.