Still Here #ThursdayDoors

There was a rumor here a while back that this fella was going to be demolished. I’m happy to report that, instead, it got repaired and refinished.

I apologize for the weirdness of all the building textures. Don’t know what’s up with that. The door is just about all you can bear to look at. The red building is brick and the barber shop is siding.

Thursday doors is the brainchild of Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. Visit his site, enjoy his wonderful photographs, follow his directions, and enter a world of doors.

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about something someone can hardly bear to look at.


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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Still Here #ThursdayDoors

  1. Norm 2.0

    October 15, 2020 at 11:31am

    I’m with Dan – two corner doors on one building: that’s bonus point territory 😉

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  2. sustainabilitea

    October 15, 2020 at 12:39pm

    Corner doors are always fun. I was just about to comment on the interesting decor of the buildings outsides and then I read your “explanation.” A mystery wrapped in an enigma. 🙂


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      Marian Allen

      October 15, 2020 at 1:00pm

      Something to do with pixilation, no doubt. They don’t look like that in person, fortunately.

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      • sustainabilitea

        October 15, 2020 at 3:54pm

        There are houses in France that have shingles on the side of the house/building that gets all the winter weather. Reminds me of that a bit. 🙂

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  3. Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt

    October 15, 2020 at 1:52pm

    Your prompt is too easy these days, I’m afraid.

    I’m glad there are people willing to watch, keep listening, and keep rooting out, because it’s like digging through whatever they call where they store the manure on a farm. I’m a suburban type, so I don’t know. Midden? Or is that only medieval?

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      Marian Allen

      October 15, 2020 at 2:00pm

      I think they call them landfills these days. And I don’t think they store manure on a farm. I think they spread it on the crops, or sell it to fertilizer factories or something. A topic to research, I suppose.

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      • Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt

        October 15, 2020 at 2:10pm

        Yes, but it doesn’t go from the cow to the field (except when the cow places it there) instantly.

        Barns and horse stalls are ‘mucked out’ – but the product not immediately spread on the turnips.

        Ignorance is bliss.

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      Marian Allen

      October 16, 2020 at 7:34am

      The beauty shop my grandmother went to used to be in there, so I have fond memories of it.

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      Marian Allen

      October 18, 2020 at 8:12am

      Yeppers. If you enlarge the picture, you can see the tri-color pole.

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