There is that little voice in my head. The one I listen to only half the time. When I do listen to it and things turn out half way decent, it creeps me out.
The same voice that gets me thinking about someone only to have the phone ring and it’s them.
That little voice…what if that’s the god within us as some believe? If it is, now I know why I am screwed. Too much cussing under my breath. Plus, all that wondering if God is hard of hearing, or is it just me. That, cannot be a good thing.
I forgot where I took this one. Such details! …… I went on a big dig and found out just where I took this photo. It is the door of Williamsburg Savings Bank. A shot of the building is next.Fancy, right!!!I run across all kinds of interesting things in my morning walks. This was definitely one of them. It was in a space where a garage ought to be. This baby is going nowhere! Of course, when I saw the vent in top my mind went to mmmm.. this could be converted to a studio apartment!Love this blue.I’m pretty sure I used this one before. This is the entrance to a yatch club.. or a place for storing boats.Love the wood and the details here, no paint.The above door belonged to this building. I used to live in one of those. A nicely curved alcovel off the living room. For us older kids, it was the ‘boyfriend room’. Until mom caught on, that is!This one has its own personality I think, Even though it’s snuggled up to a monster building on the rightThis is such a cutie, it stood vacant and boarded up for a good long time. The right person finally got ahold of it and put a nice face on it. Tiny, but workable!Love the idea of the window boxes and this rooftop outdoor space. I would be out there at all hours of the night, star gazing🙂
That’s all for this week.
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