“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” — C.S. Lewis

This was taken at Windsor Castle last year, and I thought my Friday group of viewers would enjoy it. It’s a world away from where I am now. But it is still not too far to visit mentally . . . every once in a while. Lewis wrote: “Why is it that one can never think of the past without wanting to go back?” What an interesting thought. . . . Dear England, the thought of you makes me smile and sigh a little.

I did this really weird photoshop action on this photograph and hated it. Everything was washed out. The reason I wanted to post it in the first place was because I loved the color of the blue doors. In fact, I have been walking around for days (a million miles away from this place in England) thinking about this photo and the day we were there. So, I guess I really don’t care if it is too “this” or “that.” I just love the colors and the memory of being in this courtyard over a year ago. (Smiling)

And another set of blue doors. . . . Wonder what in the world is behind these?