I have a thing about old doors. I can't help but take a picture of myself in front of them. Somewhere I have a picture of one that I took when I was in Taiwan 22 years ago. When I find it, I will post it. When our family lived in China we wanted a family picture taken in front of a door. Our photographer took us to the temple of heaven and took a picture of us in front of a huge red door there. Why do I like these old doors so much?
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My old boss had a door from an old Catholic mission home that he brought home and made into a desk. (I think it was from an old catholic mission, but somewhere important.) ;)
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