Doors- Salisbury Villa- A crooked tale


There was a crooked door where a very crooked man lived… and so on.  I wonder how long it would take to get used to a door like this, would I perpetually creak over to one side in order to feel that I was standing  upright? Or would I start to lean slightly with the door, and slowly over the years,  end up with a permanent bend to the right as I walked about the city?  There was a crooked writer who lived behind a crooked door, she leaned to the right with all her might, and thought the rest of the world not quite right.

About susan sheldon nolen

It’s rare to catch me without coffee, a form of camera, or my beloved wire fox terriers. I love the history, the art, and it’s a massive part of my life, as I either paint, write, or get interrupted by my dogs, reminding me of the real world. I hope you enjoy your time here. It’s such a privilege to have readers.
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2 Responses to Doors- Salisbury Villa- A crooked tale

  1. paralaxvu says:

    Oh my! I just got over a few weeks’ worth of vertigo. If I had seen this door then, all of my thoughts about “It’s just in your head” would have flown out the door (pun unintended) and I would have had to take more than motion sickness pills! But I do love the picture!

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