I’m going to try to ease myself back into the great Thursday Doors tradition.
It’s been a very long time since my last Thursday Doors post, and you could be forgiven for thinking I’d forgotten about it altogether, but I’ve never stopped noticing and never stopped looking for interesting doors. It really didn’t take long for it to become second nature.
The photo I’m sharing this week is from the mechanic next to the boxing gym I go to. I took this some time last year when I was on my way to said boxing gym, and every time I walk past, I’m reminded that I need to make a post for this photo.
So here it is, so that I can stop reminding myself to post it, forgetting to post it, and then reminding myself again.
Admittedly, the windows are as much a feature in the photo as the door is, but I’m sure it was the door that caught my eye first.
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Brisbane’s West End is, as one friend has described it, an interesting mix of gentrified and dilapidated. There are classy restaurants and bars, modern apartments, and office spaces, all interspersed with casual pubs and bars, run-down houses, and thrift stores. On a night out, you might come across any range of people from the very well-dressed who drive fancy cars, to high-end hipsters, to shoeless hippies, to homeless beggars.
It is an interesting suburb. Continue reading
For this instalment of Thursday Doors, I thought I’d share some miscellaneous doors from Brisbane’s inner city suburbs. And then next time I might revisit Melbourne or post some more doors from my friends’ holiday. I suppose this is like a TD version of homesickness – posting so many doors from other places makes me want to return to Brisbane doors. Continue reading
In my many years of blogging, I’ve kind of gotten the feeling that people who write blogs usually also like to read books. Right? Or it could just be the kind of blogs I tend to follow have given me this biased view.
Anyway, if you’ve visited my blog even semi-regularly, you’ve probably gotten the impression that I, too, like to read books. Consequently, I also like libraries and book shops, but I sometimes have to avoid these places because it is a real struggle sometimes to walk into a library or book store, and restrain myself from picking up every second book. (Don’t worry, I stay calm and composed mostly. The struggle happens internally.)
But, you know, sometimes browsing books shelves is kind of therapeutic and relaxing. And sometimes I just feel like looking at books for no reason other than … books.
On the week-end just gone, after a boxing class (yes, I’ve taken up boxing …kind of – well, not as a very regular thing, but it’s a fun addition to my fitness routine, and sometimes it just feels really good to punch things), and after a three-hour brunch with a friend (yes, three-hour brunches are the best), we went for a short walk, my friend and I, around West End.