OLD SILVER DOOR

Ann of Norway Oh you all of you, you, what do I say to this. I sense the sense you read, and it is true it is a favourite place Mr. Scribbler, it is THE Favourite place of Missy, Miss Otis, the dachshund of past friendship, who was over excited when she, with her long elegant, beautiful face, (clumsy body!) sniffed the many things existent in just that place. There really was an old door painted silver I took photos and if you look at the older poem about the same place you will have an even greater Idea of it all. How one loves going round ancient attics, or workshops with the tools used to make things, worn and polished by the fingers of the labourer/artist, they have an air about them that is immediately endearing and totally absorbing for my mind. We have found plates and cutlery in derelict houses, bibles too in gothic writing printed, all sorts and one's imagination creates tales around these things, just as I do and did this very day when out in the woods, I se an object and it inspires fantasies of what and why they look as they do etc... just today for instance on seeing the pine cone lichen and moss at one end made this thought, or note :- The pine cone, frosted, moss'd,  and weathered at one end, by Winter's breath the other end,  like a lover's fresh and new protected by the sheath, a leaf  of columbine in the dew of Spring, its perfumes still intact and ready,  for the act!  ”BY THE DERELICT GREENHOUSES” or “Missy’s  Paradise” (Miss Otis’s, a dachshund) 1970’s   The world floats  with a newspaper  and a window to the land of rubbish  below  an old pair of shoes  matt brown  by the abandoned green-houses  You have all been so good to me, and Anna, do you really think so, and coming from you this is ...indeed! Steven too whom I admire as we all do it is our common ground is it not my American Indian? Jayne yes that's what is should do too as that creates the awesome sensing of things past present in the now to haunt our minds and make us shiver, FEEL! Raskin yes the sadness too, and now you make me suddenly feel extra sad as this place has now been bulldozed and a modern ugly building, yet another of them, has been built over this heavenly haven of abandoned charm, damn them! THEY have no sensitivity to the likes of us, the town must progress, modern man must renew, and they even said and did that in times past, knocking down those most wonderful churches built in the Romanesque style in Europe to build Gothic edifices in their stead-so too the most wonderfully hand made little wooden churches of Norway Stave-churches that one stands in total awe of when confronted with their little work of art, and just yesterday we were saying the skyline of Oslo with buildings that have absolutely no aesthetic quality and don't fir in with their neighbours, what has happened to the aesthetics of life too. Unlike Paris and Dublin or Bordeaux, at least in the past these were DESIGNED as a whole and still retain some of their wholeness so beauitfully, there are many older smaller towns and cities that are a whoole likt the wonderful fortified town of Carcasonne, of Aigues Mortes(S. France) a Bastide town with its marshes outside it, it stands a complete edifice, so whole. now I must stop, what? Shirley, ah Shirley, how lovely of you to say so, I cannot think what to answer to you.... Indi I am totally made happy to think that you too enjoy my journeys, like walks in the woods, or in a city there are so many things there too that are fascinating, ah life is good to me giving my the freedom of vision, one could parallel that with the freedom of thought n'est pas? Love to you all you dear people from me. Ann