Even as a kid, you knew you were different. You thought you were special until they called you weird. You knew you were, too. Couldn’t deny it, sure couldn’t hide it. You didn’t see things the same way. You found beauty in things other people weren’t even looking at.
Now on Thursdays, special weirdo that you are, you take a strange scenic tour through the world. Through the eyes of others, you see the doors and more. You see not just what others see, but how they see.
Just me, then?
Lands you’ll never visit, history you’ll never live, designs you could never dream…
You think about things you’ve never thought about before.
Your friends send you doors now, don’t they?
Remember that time you joined a door photography cult group?
Yeah. Me too.
No regrets.
#ThursdayDoors is the brainchild of Norm Frampton, and today, I am honored to be a guest host.
To see other doors of interest, or to join in with your own, click the frog.
PS: I am sleeping while this posts, and I won’t be looking at it until 8am Eastern, so if somethin’s wrong with the frog, if I didn’t do all the right clicking — fret not, I’ll — You know what? You can fret. I’ll do my best, but I’ll fret, too.
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Hehe, yes, Joey, they are sending me doors. And I admitted it in my post before I saw yours. And no need to fret, frog working fine, unlike in my case last week when I set it to a too late time. But you wouldn’t know it because you were sleeping! š Thank you for hosting and for being in my weird family.
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Did you really have frog troubles? I bout couldn’t breathe, I was so worried over the bloody buggery frog! Oof! I had to ask that the television was paused and that people be quiet so I could focus!
Thank you, too, because you inspire me! ā¤
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Hihih, stop laughing at my frog troubles! š How could I know in which time zone the frog lives? But the trouble was only momentary and it was resolved within minutes. As for over here, it’s doorgasm upon doorgasm. š Alas, it’s coming to an end. Now it’s your turn to come over. š
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I was so spazzing out about getting the frog right. I was SO worried!
I’ll come. One day. One day, Manja! I’m so jealous right now!
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Iāve never felt better about being called a weirdo š
Thatās a great door. I suppose itās reslly two doors (even better). Youāre right about this group. I do enjoy seeing places and learning history from other states/countries. Thanks for taking over for Norm today.
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Good! You craft smart, realistic tales so a lot of times you appear normal. Then I read things about how you don’t say things right, whether on purpose or not, and I remember you’re part of my tribe š I learn SO much from you!
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Ha ha – I love being part of JoeyTribe.
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Being normal is overrated anyway. š LOVE this door.
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Agreed! I’m glad š
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Great post, and thank you for hosting this week. Seeing how people see – I like that.
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Thanks! And thanks for contributing to #ThursdayDoors!
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Today is a beautiful day. But I know the excellent light will bring the textures out on a door that I had noted when passing it on a duller day. I’ll visit it this afternoon when the light strikes it more acutely later on. I’ll wait until then before going out specifically for getting that shot.
Yep, it’s been three posts and stuff has got weird already.
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Haha! That’s the way! I hope you get that door JUUUUST RIIIIGHT! š
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Nothing wrong with the frog, Joey, it works just fine – and it matches your doors beautifully. Love that shade of blue on wood.
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Oh good, I’m so glad! Thanks!
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Thanks Joelene for hosting this week. Much appreciated. I really felt that our posts this week are very much on a similar page. I’ve found it interesting how much meaning you can find in a simple door and all that it represents. Last year, my husband and the kids and I went to Penguin in Tasmania where my husband’s Dad was born and raised. We were able to find their home and the current tenant let us in and photograph whatever. My husband’s Dad died when he was 16 back in the 80s so his memories of his dad are sketchy and I never met him. So, this meant the world to us. I actually photographed the letters slot on their front door, which might not have been there at the time but it really resonates with me anyway. Every week, there are some amazing doors in this series but there’s also your own front door, which means home.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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That must have been a fun trip to share with your family! Some nostalgia, For The Win! Thanks again for stopping by and commenting š
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You nailed it, Joey. We’re all a little odd, aren’t we? Happy Door Day!
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Yep, in the most delightful ways! Happy Door Day! š
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Just wanted to let you know that I’ve read a few of your other posts and really enjoyed them but couldn’t leave comments. A friend put me onto this artile about poverty this week, which I found very interesting: https://meanjin.com.au/essays/what-i-learned-about-poverty/
I also read your post about anxiety. I was being treated for anxiety and then found out I’d been born with hydrocephalus or fluid on the brain and had surgery to ease the problem. After my second child was born, I was very tired but had two little ones who weren’t sleeping through the night. However, that turned out to be a muscle-wasting auto-immune disease. I’ve been living with that for 12 years now. It takes anxiety to heights I’d never experienced before and yet there’s been an equally strange sense of peace. I feel like I could well have died years ago and am still here in pretty good health. I also appreciate there’s a lot of things I can do to improve my chances. That I’m not powerless despite living with this uncertainty. But that’s the point about uncertainty. You don’t know what’s going to happen and just as the worst might seem unlikely but possible, it’s the same with a turn around for the best. It’s funny because I’m working this out as I go here and I’m going to put some more thought into this. The world of anxiety assumes that your fears aren’t real but what if your worst fears are your reality or most likely outcome. Interesting..
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Thank you, Rowena, for your kind and interesting comment today.
Anxiety is just one thing, just one, but it seasons all the events of life. Gratitude goes a long way. I’m sorry to hear you’ve had/are having a rough go, but I appreciate your candor.
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Joey, I know what you mean about anxiety seasoning all the events of life. One of the insidious things about it too is that it disguises itself so well. So you don’t look at it and say “Anxiety, it’s you”. Well, at least I often come up with a perfectly logical, at least to my anxious mind,explanation for why I shouldn’t do something. For me the Nike slogan: “JUst do it” is something I should be reciting daily. It should become my mantra. Don’t write a book about how you’ve freaked out and run a mile. Just do it.
My physio gave me some exercises to do with a thing could a dynaband, which is like a big rubber band. I kept avoiding and putting off doing them and I also forgot. I felt like such an idiot when she kept coming and I just couldn’t get off the mark. Finally, this week, I got onto it and I think it’s now been 4 days in a row. The first day I pulled it off, I sent my physio a message saying that the rubber band hadn’t flicked me in the face. It sound like the ravings of a lunatic but that’s really how I felt.
I am generally pretty thankful and upbeat despite my ongoing health issues and anxiety. I’m still here and fairly mobile so much to be grateful for, but I also acknowledge my battles and feel that’s important as well. I also believe it’s important to share our experiences of overcoming anxiety and adversity to encourage each other and particularly help people who are doing it tough.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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I’m so glad the band didn’t bite your face š Keep it up! I think even without chronic health issues, including anxiety, we’re all entitled to rant like lunatics from time to time!
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Great doors. Is that the true color or a trick of the light? Really lovely.
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I did enhance it, BUT it was even prettier in person, all the texture, 3D and all that. So even with enhancement, it’s lacking from what it truly is. I’m glad you likey š
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Delightful write-up, Joey. I say “I’m just not wired right.” The truth is, that I always took pride in being weird. Now that’s weird… š Hugs.
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Me too, Teagan! Weirdos are my people! ā¤ Many thanks for stopping in!
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OMG I just made a pact with my niece….Made her a sewn item in exchange for doors from her part of the world. lol Its getting serious!
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Haha! That’s fantastic! š
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Joey–you are so funny. Works like a charm. Loving this blue door.
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Great, thanks! š
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I understand your lead-in completely.
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Cheers! š
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Add me to the list of weirdos captivated by doorsš I have a Pinterest page dedicated to doors! Love the blue door(s) you posted today.
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I’m so glad to know you’re a door weirdo, too! š Thanks!
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Nice use of second person present. Well done, you! Also, the joys of needing new glasses: I’m sitting here thinking, “She won’t be looking at it until Sam Eastern does what? Did she leave a word out? …Oh, 8am, not Sam….”
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Being a weirdo (and about 3 feet tall in high school) gave me a sense of humor (to qualify, an alleged sense of humor), so…
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A SHARP sense of humor! Always a pleasure to read you š
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That’s a wonderful barn door. And, yes, I’ve got more doors in my house now than I know what to do with.
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I’m glad you like it, and NEVER too many doors š
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I just chalk it up to my ADD (addictive door disorder). It can’t be helped.
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*gigglesnort* That’s a good one!
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An interesting shade of blue.
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Even prettier in person š
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Nice choice for a single image door post – I like the way the lines all line up – and the gray blue – and patina-
(and thx for hosting )
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Hosting is my pleasure! Thank you š
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Doors make me wonder who else has passed. I am intrigued by filled in doors that are no longer there. It has history. Who passed? When and why? Then I turn the page to the architecture thing.
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Oh yeah, the usta be doors and even odder usta be windows. Fascinating.
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Oooh my my, that color!
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Right? One of my faves, this.
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I love barns. There are some old ones around here that I’d love to pull over and capture, but I never just pull off the side of the road and do it. I don’t think I’ve seen a blue one. The color definitely suits it.
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Great post Joey – we weirdos have to stick together š
I hope you were able to sleep in, or at least not get up at 5:30, and just let Monsieur Le Frog do his thing.
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I trusted in me (and that frog) and we did alright š Thanks, Norm! It was so much fun to host again!
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No regrets at all! btw; I was in the passenger seat of my Mom’s Carmen Gaia listening to the Moody Blues driving a country road while she tried to hide all her troubles and pains she was going through. I knew. I still do. She still doesn’t have a clue that I know. We grew up together her and I.
God, I wish she loved me enough to share that car and let me drive that baby. She didn’t, but she knew I would be able to. She. She’s the one who told me to learn to drive fast cars and drive stock car racing cars! She knew, but wouldn’t share. Sigh. I get it. I don’t like to share my favorite toys either. She’s the reason I love cars, and want them fast though. It’s all Mom’s fault! š
I have a confession. I am a weirdo, and I’m okay with that. You don’t have to be. I’m okay with that too. We’re all different. š
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I am okay with your weirdness and my own ā¤
That's a great story about your mom and how she shaped you. Thank you for sharing that!
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