"There are doors that have stood for centuries,
and doors that look like they might not last the day.
There are doors that entice us to come in,
and doors that only the bravest would dare to open.
There are doors that surely lead to places unknown,
and doors that, just as surely, lead us home. Some come from a grander time when art was not confined to walls, but draped itself in trellis and wrought-iron across wooden frames. Some, by contrast, are weather-beaten, rotting, barely functional – but there nonetheless, offering their protection to whoever is inside. Some doors are an invitation, appealing to us to rest in their soft hues of reds and oranges and yellows. Some evoke the mystery of paths not yet taken, or of opportunities to come. While others are a way back to that which is most familiar, to the one place where each of us can claim, “I am home.”" by Kelly Johnson 2008