As most of my longtime blogging amigos know, I have a fascination with doors. In fact, about a year ago I shared this post with some photos.
Since I've had a lot of free time this month, being on a work hiatus, I took my camera out into the city and snapped doors.
I honestly can't tell you why I'm drawn to certain doors, other than they speak to me in some way.
They say, "Hey Ron...get over here and take my picture. Pronto!"
I guess it's a feeling or mood that a particular door has.
And Philadelphia, being such an old city, has some amazing doors with a lot of character. And what I love about them is that they seem to contain a powerful historical energy, which you can actually feel when you look at them.
You feel the past, and can't help but wonder how many people from generations gone by have walked over their thresholds.
It's funny because when I lived in this city as a youngster, I never really appreciated the American history that stems from Philadelphia. I suppose as a child you think, "Yeah right, George Washington, Ben Franklin, Betsy Ross and William Penn...yawn...who cares?"
Yet as an adult, you see it completely different. Like, "Wow...this is so cool!"
So, allow me to share some doors that I found alluring. And please take note to how some look fresh and renewed, while others look raw and worn. And oddly enough, I find the raw and worn doors the most fascinating and feel-provoking.
I would like to dedicated this post to my UK friend, Valerie, who shares my love of doors.
X ya, Valerie!