I never tire of red doors.
#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton. To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link.
I never tire of red doors.
#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton. To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link.
And so you know just what color to paint your home’s front door….if it’s not already red. 🙂
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I wish. But I can’t, cause southern exposure
Apparently red is a blistery color for the sun.
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The second red door from the top is very similar to our front door. I’ll take a photo of that, some day, after I add the shelf. 2161 is impressive, especially with the balcony doors – nice photo!
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That second red door is my favorite and I would like to see yours 🙂
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When it’s finished 🙂
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All so very nice! I love #2. It looks so warm and cozy.
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I agree. It’s a charming home 🙂
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Love these. And realtors will tell you that the best way to add curb appeal is to paint the front door red.
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I believe! They’re always so striking 🙂
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Me neither:)
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Lovely – 2161 really stands out
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I’m always fascinated by the names written on the lintels above the front doors, as in the first example here. WIL-FRA-MAR most likely is made up of three names, but are they first names, last names, or the first, middle and last name of someone? And who was that person/those people? I’m not looking for an answer, just curious. The apartment building where my grandparents (plus Mom and her brother and sisters) lived had the name INGRAM (I think) engraved above the door, but no one in the building was named Ingram, and as far as I know the landlord wasn’t Ingram, either. So who was Mr. Ingram?
Don’t mind me, I’m just being weird…
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If you’re being weird, then I am also being weird with you, because the day I took that photo, December 26, I looked it up online and found diddly squat about it and it damn near drove me to drink. 1897 was the only relevant information. Not so much as a hint as to where Wil-Fra-Mar comes from. William, Frances, and Mary? The history sites were of no help, John. My guess is this information is gone forever.
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These are exceptionally vivid red doors. I like them all, no favorites this time.
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Those are gorgeous, and I think you gave me an idea for a weird blog post or at least something to examine in my life using the keyboard and a little time belonging to patient readers.
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I look forward to all weirdness 🙂
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Who would get tired of red doors? Not me. Although, I do need to repaint mine this spring. 🙂
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Crazy people, that’s who! 😉 You do that, Judy, keep em vivid 🙂
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Wowza. I concur. Red doors are outstanding. Especially the last pic. They just jump up at you and say Howdy.
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Meridian and 16th maybe. I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed them before!
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Great finds Joey. I love the stone walls and slate roof tile on the 2nd one and the Juliet balcony on the 3rd.
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🙂
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Me neither! Red doors are my fave!
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😀
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Ok, so now I am singing, Roxanne, you don’t have to go through the red door…. yes, everything becomes a song and most lyrics are altered in my odd mind.
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I will join you! 🙂
No, wait, my brain can’t do that. It prefers the red light. Oh well! *rocks out*
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Red light turns door red. Those are some fine doors btw.
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“You don’t have to sell your body to the night! Roxanne!”
Oh yeah, thanks 🙂
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Admit it, it’s a good song.
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It’s not like a confession. Anyone who doesn’t like it can tell it to Sting! I ain’t hearin it! 😛
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Pretty doors, Joey! I especially love the bright red upstairs/downstairs doors and would like to see the homes inside.
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Top and bottom are LARGE apartment buildings, and yes, I’d love a peek too. 🙂
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I’m good with red, Joey, although I can’t figure out if in the last photo there are really two different reds or it just appears that way. Makes me see red to think about it, so instead, I’ll head off to bed. 🙂 Sleep well and enjoy your Friday.
janet
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Ha! I hadn’t noticed before your comment. I do believe it’s the sun making it seem like two different reds. We were heading north on the east side of the street as the sun was going down.
I hope you had a good sleep and are ready for a fantastic Friday!
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Feeling pretty good this morning, Joey, despite the clouds. I hope you’re ready for a fantastic Friday as well.
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Good! I am 🙂
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Love all of them…so vibrant!
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I quite like a red door too, Joey, they seem so impressive and imposing! I prefer a yellow one, though!!!
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Mine shall one day be apple green. My house is yellow, though! 🙂
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Well, I knew you were a woman of taste, Joey!! 🙂
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43rd Street house was a red front door.
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Red doors galore! That woke me up this morning, thanks Joey. I love the second photo, the deep grey trim contrasts so nicely with the light stone.
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What part of our illustrious state capital is that bottom photo from?
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On Meridian Street, round 16th-ish.
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