Those blue doors. We've spoken about them before; they have an E. Nesbit quality. One of these days I shall open such a door and walk through. I shall find myself being asked to come to the front of the class and endure another beating; I will walk up to the master offering the invitation (His initials were JAV, by the way); tell him he's about to die from a mixture of sadism and lack of imagination; cause his spine to separate between the fourth and fifth vertebrae making a sound like snapped celery. And you know what: I don't particularly like celery, except in soups, certain types of stew... no, no, this mustn't end in anti-climax.
I love your photos!
ReplyDeleteYes.. but I itch to wield a paintbrush. (I clearly have no soul.)
ReplyDeleteOoh lovely, I love the blue doors!
ReplyDeleteIn fact, may I save a couple of these photographs for painting reference please Lucy? I'd love to use the first blue door in something :)
ReplyDeleteGreat red. And straight angles? Who needs 'em.
ReplyDeletethe blue-green of the last two doors makes my soul sing.
ReplyDeleteOh, those blues are just wonderful. I wish I had somewhere that I could do that....
ReplyDeleteNot even in New England can we callow American youths find that sort of architecture. Wonderful.
ReplyDeletelovely textures and colours in these photos
ReplyDeleteI love the shades of blue, also the swamp frog green in the first photo. These are windows and shutters with character.
ReplyDeleteThose blue doors. We've spoken about them before; they have an E. Nesbit quality. One of these days I shall open such a door and walk through. I shall find myself being asked to come to the front of the class and endure another beating; I will walk up to the master offering the invitation (His initials were JAV, by the way); tell him he's about to die from a mixture of sadism and lack of imagination; cause his spine to separate between the fourth and fifth vertebrae making a sound like snapped celery. And you know what: I don't particularly like celery, except in soups, certain types of stew... no, no, this mustn't end in anti-climax.
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