© 2012 Michael Fiveson
A free standing door that no one walks through. Perhaps it is a time portal, and a way to revisit our youth. How many of us would actually do it? Would the joy of a body without pain be offset by the confused emotions that are part of being 15? All that uncertainty.
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Stargate….?
I don’t want to go back…I would do things this time that would get me into serious trouble….
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HA! Why Scott, whatever do you mean….
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Oh…. 😉
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Maybe it’s a door to the future, rather than the past. Appearances *can* be deceiving.
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Well then I step thru without hesitation, although I think what waits for us might be the charred remains.
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Maybe. Or the ghastly, raggedly skeletal type
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Zombies!
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Looks like an invitation. Did you walk through? I would have.
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If it is a door to the past then I maybe don’t do it. Do we get to go back knowing what we know now? Then Maybe I go, settle a few scores, and very quickly find a few girls I once knew. Also would save all my silver coins…
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A very thought provoking post, Mike!!! And in answer to your question – no,no,no! I had many good times, but some really crappy ones. I like now! Although maybe that door would give me a few hours to see my parents again and tell them I love them, then go find that pile of stuff for Goodwill I made in my 30’s and grab all my record albums!! I think it would all fit back through the door…
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I would only go if I could change a few things without the ripple effect that would change the course of human history.
You want your vinyl?
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That would be a victory for all humanity! If only you could.
My albums have been on my mind a lot lately, with our kids going back to college. Music is the highway to my most vivid memories, and most of my memories associated with music are happy ones. I would have loved to show them that part of my history, although I’m sure it would have induced some eye-rolling. Now the real question is, why bring the albums and not my parents!
The answer: because they were already helping me carry the albums back through the door!
I hope you have a beautiful Friday, Mike. Thank you for this post. Now I’m going to go crank up some tunes!
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You are a beauty e. Happy cranking.
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Darn. I can’t find my albums….
🙂
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Mike, without a doubt walking through that door will take you to the other side!
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I’ll meet you there Adrian and we’ll have that pint. Bring a few girls.
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I’ll ask Pippa
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Wonderful!!! I just love this shot!
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Nice to hear from you Cee and thank you very much.
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Mike through the looking fence ..
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Good one, Emilio.
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So amusing :), great shot!
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Thank you.
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A wonderful find and something to think about!
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Thank you Pat.
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That pile of cinder blocks to the right suggests somebody went through the portal, didn’t like it, and took it apart. I wonder if going through the door is enough.
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A password needed?
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All you can think about is girls? I would walk through for the experience of seeing some long lost friends. Ok, and for girls! Do we get to pick what age?
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Lol. You mean there is more than girls? No, the age is fixed at 15, so as to make it a harder decision. Sadly, at 15 all I had going for me was a girlfriend and some baseball.
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I like the door photo, but I like your header even more. Your photo has captured a mood, and more.
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Thanks. The full image is in my archives somewhere.
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Here is the link to this photo…..thanks for your comment, Giovanni.
https://m5son.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/514/
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Believe it or not, you are the second one to show me an “open” door. A friend of mine and his wife work in metal scupltures…. and he created a very ornate door which stands alone with an imaginary fence around his garden. He has a lot of fun showing us the way to gain entrance and entering his imaginative play. Of course his dog (a black lab which is really a very dark brown) doesn’t believe in imaginary fences and walks through them all the time ignoring the door completely! 🙂
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Nice!
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I think you took this one home…
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Ha! Being the door whore that I am. Yes, it is being shipped to me as we speak 🙂
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did you try “Open says me!” – fun post, Mike.
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Is that from a nursery rhyme? Believe it or not I have no memory of kids books, cartoons, or things related to being young. Maybe that is why I have kind of stayed young, in spite of my reality.
Thanks Sheila.
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Actually I think it is “Open Sesame.” That is the English translation of “Open Simsim” which are the magic words Ali Baba used to open the cave of treasure in the tale Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.
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Another entrance to Narnia.
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That is a play garden, yes?
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I like the idea and the way you’ve made that photograph take on a life of its own with your words but I wouldn’t want to be 15 again. I wouldn’t mind going back and sort of watching over myself in a ghost-like manner and whispering helpful hints into my ear though.
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I actually have written a story about that very same thing….I go back and find myself when I was 15. I wrote it 5 years ago but it’s too cheesy to post.
Funny that you said that because I think along the same lines.
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There’s a book “The Time Travelers Wife” that also became a movie. In it the time traveler meets his future wife in the woods, where he first appears. This door and your words remind me of that magic place on the other side.
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I read the book and saw the movie. The book was much better than the movie but I liked them both. I loved the book.
Thanks for this comment…
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Read and saw both as well. Agreed. Keep the great photo’s coming. Thanks!
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Doors are thresholds to something new and different, and, for me, terrifying! But, yes, I would walk through it as long as I’m able to keep the knowledge I now have! Actually, 15 wasn’t a bad year for me, so I guess I’d go back even without the knowledge. That would be bliss…though I wouldn’t know it.
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Yeah, that’s the only way I go too….if I go as the old me in a young body. All those giggling girls.
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Well, that certainly stirred up a bunch of discussion…. though my first impression was an outhouse… I suppose that, too, could be considered a door?
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So if I walked thru that door I am trapped in an outhouse for an extended period of time…….I ain’t going!
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Funny you should ask because I know if i came across that door I would get caught up in Diana Gabaldon’s whole portal to the past thing and I would wonder … only for a momet mind you 🙂
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I too would wonder. Not familiar with Diana Gabaldon, but tell her to stop stealing my ideas.
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Hi Mike,there has been an interesteing terrade of comments, portals star gate etc however, I thought it more likely you knocked on the door and brought the house down !-) fabulous shot
artyange photo images
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Your clever comment is certainly welcome. Thank you.
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You pose an interesting question, Mike. I would definitely NOT go back just to relive those (often painful) years again. But if I had the chance (and the wisdom) to set my life on a different course? I wish I had pursued a career in the Arts and had not spent the last 34 years in an office.
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Ontological guilt, I think it is called, the wishing for the things we never got around to doing. I would make some other choices too, but straddled with the same parents and childhood, I wonder how different I could have made myself. It’s all good, the proof being that we are here to talk about it. Thanks for the comment Jules.
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You always manage to find the neatest things! I thought maybe somebody blew up the outhouse!
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That would qualify as a case of really bad indigestion, eh. I am going to post something tomorrow that is well past bizarre. Stay tuned my friend.
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