One of the first things we saw as we walked down the alley, was this door. The door to the back alley, just a beautiful old door hinged and hanging/swinging clear, a door to an alley, who knew?
by David Aaron White
So many doors laid out before me
Many different paths, of which one must be chosen
Different doors can take us farther than the eye can see
Doors which determine how our future is woven
Which one shall I choose?
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. .Revelation 3:20 (Jesus, the best door of them all)
Pretty sure they do not stir with these spoons. (photos are not as clear due to early AM no sunshine yet)
The stove they do NOT cook on ( I love old things. Once we were walking on the beach and saw an old house, I commented to hubby Bob " I love odd shaped old things" his comment was "I am sure am glad" and tapped his chest)
there was a free standing screen made from 4 old doors, hiding things no one wants to see while drinking coffee, playing with computers or slurping smoothies. the panels each had paintings on them
Warning! Judy and I went Walkabout again yesterday. Same Island other end. It may be a long time before Walkabout Post come to an end.