Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Red Door of Doom

Sometimes when I go for a jog, I see a door and I have to stop and sometimes I even need to snap a photo.

This red door made me wonder. . .

Who lives behind that red door...

Is it a sign of something . . .

I don't know. . .

But I thought it was pretty enough to make me stop and snap a photo

1 comment:

The Happy Whisk said...

I love it. Each spring I want to paint our bright yellow. And then orange in the fall.