Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Wednesday Doorway


A very small Chestnut Street doorway on Beacon Hill.

16 comments:

VP February 10, 2010 3:03 AM  

Small but beautiful, and more ironworks!

lewi14 February 10, 2010 4:01 AM  

Beautiful Photo. It's barely conceivable that you could find such little inconspicuous but charming things in a city like Boston.

Malyss February 10, 2010 4:41 AM  

I like the way all the iron fences and their shadows finally lead the eyes to this lovely little door!

Cezar and Léia February 10, 2010 5:28 AM  

That iron fence really makes an special detail in this composition!I liked that green door!
Léia

John February 10, 2010 6:39 AM  

The green works real well with the old red brick, especially on the road.

B SQUARED February 10, 2010 7:24 AM  

The servants must have been a lot smaller back then.

brattcat February 10, 2010 7:35 AM  

What a marvelous little composition this is.

RogerB February 10, 2010 8:18 AM  

Your timing was perfect - the crisp shadow adds so much to the composition.

amatamari© February 10, 2010 2:03 PM  

This is really small and special and
what color interesting and beautiful!
:-)
Thanks!

cieldequimper February 10, 2010 2:27 PM  

Lovely.It looks a bit like the doors we had for coal deliveries.

Birdman February 10, 2010 2:39 PM  

I too love the composition here. Bravo!

Jacob February 10, 2010 4:25 PM  

Great colors and very well composed! Can't help wonder where that doorway leads to, though.

Chuck Pefley February 10, 2010 11:25 PM  

Now that is a captivating little doorway. Love the light and color!!

Jilly February 11, 2010 3:05 AM  

I love this gate and the ironwork yesterday. Beautiful lines and curves.

Irina February 11, 2010 3:42 PM  

It is always a surprise when an iron fence and an old wooden door make a miracle when colored by the sun and documented by attentive eye.

jennyfreckles February 12, 2010 12:42 PM  

I want to walk up this red cobbled street. Your photos make me think that if I ever come to the States (I hope I will) I will visit Boston.

To what shall I compare this life of ours?
Even before I can say it is like a lightning flash or a dewdrop,
it is no more. -Gibon Sengai (1750-1837)

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