… when your mind is already gone, said a critic. I must say that I love both The Doors as in the band, and taking photos of various doors, especially here in Italy.
Every Thursday I post a few for Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge (here are all my entries and the featured photo is from one of them) but I liked posting doors (and windows) even before I’d learnt of it.
And before having this blog, I assembled so many Pinterest doors that I had to put them onto a dedicated board, together with arches, windows and stairs (none of these are my photos).
I embrace this opportunity to post all my recently taken doors photos for this week’s WPC so that I’ll take new ones even more gladly.
And since it’s today that Jim Morrison died in Paris 44 years ago, I will sprinkle my favourite Morrison lyrics abundantly around like you wouldn’t believe. You did ask for it. 🙂
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticksPlant them
They will grow
Watch them waver soI’ll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman
I see you live on Love Street
There’s this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far
We’re perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle
We’re trying for something
That’s already found us
—
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
The music and voices are all around us
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream come with us
Everything is broken up and dances
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughing sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
—
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
Photo: MM
Lyrics: Jim Morrison / The Doors
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”
I really like your post (as always!). My favorite picture is the one of the Via Tripoli door. When I saw this challenge on Daily Post this week, I immediately thought this is right up your alley and wondered what your post would be! (I was hoping you’d participate!) Your doors also remind me of some postcards I bought in Crete many years ago… they were a series of cards with beautiful worn out and colourful doors and walls, all photos taken by the same photographer (can’t remember the name but I still have them somewhere…)
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Ah, it’s lovely that you thought of me seeing the theme! Thanks so much. I’m bummed cause I don’t have any photos from Crete, it was pre-digital and I left all my photos behind when I moved here. Looking forward to your upcoming posts.
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Love the first one especially with all the different colours and sizes of doors.
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Thanks, bythebriny, more doors from Giglio here: https://manjamaksimovic.wordpress.com/2015/06/11/thursday-doors-june-11/
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