Spring Day

We went to Portsmouth yesterday. Everyone was out with their dogs walking around in the sun enjoying the day. We saw some beautiful doors in Strawberry Bank. I don't know what it is about doors that makes me stop to photograph them. Sometimes it's the color or the light or the craftsmanship. I live in my house because of it's beautiful old doors. Maybe it's a poem I once read that said something like "Magic doors...you do not see them even as you are passing through them." I think of doors as being full of potential.