Suzanne sent me this door from Denmark.
It made me think of the book The Door in the Wall, by Marguerite De Angeli. I don’t remember the story, but I do remember the illustration of the door and the scent of mystery: What is behind a door like that?
I started taking photographs of doors.
Behind almost any one of these I can picture Frances Hodgson Burnett’s Little Princess dining on bread crusts and water in her drafty garret until an emissary from the man who back in India bankrupted her father sneaks through a window (with monkey) while she is out doing chores, and redecorates her space with luxurious fabrics and fittings and a luscious spread of sweets.
Can’t you?
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Did you read *A Little Princess,* Suzanne? I love Burnett’s books. The wildly romantic and improbable stories are out of favor in a time of youth books about “real life.” But they always had a kind of truth for me.
I love photographing doors — these Boston doors are somehow not as mysterious as the Moroccan doors Paul and I photographed last spring in Essouira — but no doubt there is drama within no matter what the location.
I loved your Moroccan doors!
These are lovely doors, and I totally agree with you about being able to imagine A Little Princess happening behind any one of them.
And the little Danish door with the sweet face? Maybe hobbits live there.