For all of those that knock at this door, may the light be left on for you.
monos en theos…†…jim
I have been delinquent on my posts lately. Resistance comes at you in many forms. For more than a week, mine came calling with a nagging cough that settled in my chest as bronchitis. My body went into a defensive move of slow motion. I slept away many lost hours. No sense in pining over that. Attempting to gather myself together, to see, find and make some images. I feel as though like I am passing through a zone of limited vision. A slight fog or more likely blowing dust here in the desert. In the mean time, I am pulling from the library of past times.
This lovely door was one of several in a line of small apartments in T or C, New Mexico. The colors warmed by the setting sun reflect such a glow. A nuance of bounty, of simplicity. Warming, giving off a calm amongst the vibrance.
Enjoy what you may see today. ††† en theos ††† jim
I used to listen to the song “Green Door” as a young kiddo. I always liked it and knew most of the words by heart, but it painted a mystery of “The Green Door”. A google search turned up that it is still pretty much a mysterious color for a door.
“(The) Green Door” is a 1956 popular song with music composed by Bob Davie and lyrics written by Marvin Moore. The lyrics describe the allure of a mysterious private club with a green door, behind which “a happy crowd” play piano, smoke and “laugh a lot”, and inside which the singer is not allowed. At the time the song was popular, many believed it was inspired by a green-doored restaurant and bar called “The Shack”, but according to longtime Columbia resident Frederick Allen, the name came from a brothel in town during the 1930s nicknamed “The Green Door.”
The song’s title inspired the title of a short story that was made into a pornographic film, Behind the Green Door.
Behind the Green Door (1940) is a Penny Parker mystery novel by Mildred Wirt Benson. In the novel, the secret door hides some illegal activity at a ski-resort hotel; no music or vice is involved in this book aimed at adolescent girls.
It is also the name of a letter written by David Berg, the former leader of the cult once called the Children of God and later renamed “The Family”-—he used it as a term for molesting little children.
“The Green Door” is the name of a saloon in Cheyenne, Wyoming, as well as Park Hall, Maryland
Within the American intelligence community, “green door” is a slang verb, meaning to restrict an individual’s or organization’s access to information and/or locations. “We green doored them” or “The situation has been highlighted by the ‘Green Door’ compartmentation and exclusion”.
The Green Door is a San Francisco Medical Marijuana Dispensary.
Seattle Medical Marijuana The Green Door: Legal Washington Medical Marijuana.
Founded in 1976, Green Door is recognized nationally as one of the most successful community-based mental health centers. Each year, we help over 1,800 men and women living with severe and persistent mental illness to lead independent and productive lives. We are the second largest center serving people with mental illnesses in Washington, D.C.
Watch which doors you go through†††Peace out†††en theos†††jim
…Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. Matthew 7:7
Yes, keep on knocking , but for how long? Do you ever feel that you might be rapping on the wrong door ?
This whole bible thing about “doors” has me puzzled and perplexed. So, I am turning my camera to doors. Hoping to find some clarity………..en theos……jim
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