Walking down from the train station towards the centre of Greenwich, this door grabbed my attention. I loved how the red just bolted out from the yellow bricks. The windows gave me pause..the new double glazed windows just lack the character of the old draughty curved windows next door. I wish progress didn’t alway mean we lose a bit of the past.
A camera travels 
You are so right about the windows! We had an old Victorian (in MA.) whose turret still had the originial curved 1892 windows. We replaced an upstairs window on the opposite end of the house (due to storm damage) with a modern day alternative, and it always bothered me, but money and other problems left me no alternative. It may be finances, and not progress, chipping away at the past.
Gosh, I so get it. I have to this year or next, replace three windows in the old terraced house. The cost of look a-likes are horrendous, so what to do. I dread it. I really do. But the draught can blow you backwards! But I have to think, that with a coal fire burning in the grates, that draught probably saved some lungs.
That is a juxtaposition of windows, that’s for sure. But the door is great, and I love what you do with the photos. They feel so crisp.
Thanks for those kind words, I just love taking the snaps!
Yes, I like the door too, Susan, and I’m not keen on the windows either. Oddly, I love the step! And it is a great photo!
Hi Tom, I love the dip in the centre of the step…can you imagine how many people had to step on that to make it curve so? It’s a massive welcoming sign!