Day Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Open

"Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door."

~Emily Dickinson

Day Three Hundred and Twenty-Four: Shirt

This is where Cory's work clothes live. There is a distinct smell of coffee around this doorway.

Day Three Hundred and Fourteen: Lock

My front door with the afternoon sunlight shining through the curtain.

Day Three Hundred and Seven: Crooked Little House

The house that we're renting is supercute but also superslanted. This is the back door, which clearly tilts pretty severely.