#thursday doors

[patfurstenberg]

The Boyar, with the Dagger, in a Square of Sibiu, or the Assassination of Mihnea cel Rău

The assassination of dark Mihnea Vodă cel Rău, son of Vlad the Impaler, by a boyar, with the dagger, in the church square, is one of the historical murders associated with Sibiu.

There are numerous historical stories associated with Sibiu, Transylvania, but the assassination of dark Mihnea Vodă cel Rău, son of Vlad the Impaler, by a boyar, with the dagger, in the church square stands out. Continue reading Untitled

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#ThursdayDoors #Evangelical Church Sibiu portals door #funeral stone of Mihnea cel Rau #historical murders #Mihnea cel Rau #must see in Sibiu #piatra funerara #Prayer on Mount of Olives stone sculpture #thursday doors

[q-posts]

Doors

A drive through a rural area that I had not visited in some time … a breath of fresh air, living in a bustling city with constant traffic, near 4 major hospitals, a baseball stadium, and bustling commercial areas, this was a drive that was soothing and restful. Hope you enjoy the doors that we passed along the way, For more doors please visit Dan’s No Facilities site.. where other…

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#Anne Murray #appreciation #life #love #musing #Perfect LIberty #philosophy #photography #PL #Teddy Bear picnic #Thursday doors

[drprunesquallor]

Last look at Lisbon Doors

Jetpack

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#Alfama #Lisbon #Portugal #Thursday Doors

[tchistorygal]

Doors and Miscellaneous Car Parts Under the Weekend Skies

Doors and Miscellaneous Car Parts Under the Weekend Skies

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#Thursday Doors #Alwayswrite.blog #Cee&039;s Fun Foto Challenge #Marsha Ingrao #Martin Auto Museum #plastic seat covers #suicide doors #woodies

[katytrailcreations]

221 South Main, McPherson/ThursdayDoors

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#2022 #kansas photos #McPherson #Opera House #Thursday Doors

[postcards-and-postcrossing]

la porta d'acqua

Water door in Venice, Italy. For sure the most Venetian door is the so called “porta d’acqua“, the water door. It can be double, sometimes it stands rotting in the water, sometimes partially walled up at the expense of what it’s for: connecting the house to the waterways. Linked o Thursday Doors

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#door #gondola #green #italy #thursday doors #Venice #water #windows

[gloriawriteshere]

Forest Fairies - #ThursdayDoors

Every time I walk this path, I feel a bit childlike. I keep my eyes peeled and I listen hard... well, you just never know! #ThursdayDoors #FairyDoors #ForestWalks

A colourful collection of doors today from Belleek Forest here in Ballina, Co Mayo. These wonderful little fairy doors were first made a few years ago by the members of The Men’s Shed, and I see that they’ve repaired some that had gotten weather beaten, and they’ve also added some new ones. The fairy doors are a popular attraction in the forest for people of all ages. Every time I walk this…

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#Belleek Forest #Fairy Doors #Fairy Trail #Thursday Doors

[linscreations]

Fountains Abbey Doors and Doorways 2

Fountains Abbey Doors and Doorways 2

My entry for Thursday Doors

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#Fountains Abbey #Thursday Doors

[permitoffice]

Is Grian home? I used my pen to sign a form and left it here by accident. He said it would be great for me to come by and pick it up from the lost and found?

can you just go to the waiting room with the others? have you SEEN our closed sign?

its probably in the dumpster out back have fun scaling the fence

#dhpost #HELP NOT ANOTHER #HOW DO YOU ALL FIND ME LIKE ACTUALLY #mod crikkit shivering in her timbers #I WOKE UP AND PEOPLE ARE KNOCKING AT THE DOORS LIKE ITS A SUNDAY NOOOO ITS LITERALLY THURSDAY GET OUT HAHAHAH #hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian

[patfurstenberg]

Knock-Knock, Opening a Door on 'Touch Wood'

I have no reservations about touching, knocking on wood. Am I being irrational by succumbing to an ancient superstition? Or am I unconsciously helping myself?

‘Knock-knock,’ I chuckle to myself as I knock on the wooden closet, ‘the work on my next book is going so well, touch the wood!’ And ‘mum’s the word!’ ~ Am I being irrational by succumbing to a positive superstitious belief? Or do I actually improve my performance in a subsequent task by engaging in such credulous thoughts and behaviors? Never mind keeping to a rigorous writing schedule! It feels…

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#architecture from Sibiu #knocking on wood #legend of fairy tree #Mezuzah Jewish door frame #opening a door #the history behind touch wood #thursday doors #why we knock on wood

[q-posts]

jeudi

Doorways, entrances, there is always a certain intrigue ..sometimes more obvious than others. Even at night, we are drawn to buildings because of an entrance/doorway. Some can be very deceiving, impressive and exciting on the outside, but uninviting once inside. Other doors or functional, strong and commanding, while inside there is calm and serenity. Today I have combined the Thursday Door…

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#appreciation #Canada #churches #Hawaii #musing #Ontario #Ottawa #philosophy #Thursday doors

[drprunesquallor]

More Doors from Huelva

There are more interesting doors in Huelva. Moorish decor around the door, with a tangle of spaghetti wiring at the junction box The door is magnificent, but it’s overshadowed by the tiled cross-bearing Jesus. I rather like the intricate wrought iron lamps on either side Just a small yellow door in this fine building in the process of being renovated Plain door to this kiosk providing junk…

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#Huelva #Spain #Thursday Doors

[tchistorygal]

Museum Writing challenge: Bunny Hat on a Stick & Thursday Doors

This piece is written for Kay Castaneda’s Let’s go to the Museum challenge. You can join in here: https://bookplaces.blog/lets-go-to-the-museum-writing-challenge-number-one/ This is a new challenge for me, but I saw Robbie’s entry and loved it, so I decided to give it a try. Little girl Sad eyes, hands folded Slip askew Stares, wonders What to make of her clothing Outside the…

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#Alwayswrite.blog #Bookplaces.blog #Dan Antion #Kay Castaneda #Marsha Ingrao #Museum Writing challenge #Thursday Doors

[katytrailcreations]

Zoar Baptist Church at Napton, Missouri

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#2024 #Banjo humor #church #Civil War #Genesis 19:22 #Missouri History #Missouri photos #Rural America #Saline County #Thursday Doors

[linscreations]

Fountains Abbey Doors and Doorways 1

Fountains Abbey Doors and Doorways 1

my entry for Thursday Doors Read about the history here

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#Fountains Abbey #Thursday Doors

[egipci]

Chorus

(for @wincestwednesdays)

We watch from the rafters. It’s dusk. He’s in love. We send him home. We are his friends but we send him home. We make up urgencies and we wave goodbye and we watch him get on his bike and ride. We get out under the door. He is fast but we are faster. We beat him home. We watch him from the trees through the eyes of crows, the eyes of owls. In the morning we are songbirds. He tears off bread for us to feed. Now it’s dark. There’s salt on the threshold but the house has no foundation. The joists are rotting. It’s no work at all. We watch from the vents. He walks from door to door. He leans his head against the frame and he listens. His hands curl into fists. He’s in pain. He’s only fifteen. As he sleeps we jump into his bed and crawl through the hairs on his leg. We suck and suck his blood. His blood is different, blood of our blood. In his dreams his hands are learning the shape of his brother. We watch him then we scuttle underneath the floorboards. There we congregate. We talk about him and them and our long-laid plans. In the forest we are a gang of elk. We slither close to the fire. Watch them laugh. Watch them pass the flask, knees pressed together. He’s seventeen, his heart reshaping. We watch the shadows through the tent. Secret skin laid out for him, fingers in his hair, pulling. We howl. We have our orders. In the forest we chase and we watch and we howl. Watch them swim in the river, their strong bodies against the current. Now that he knows his brother’s weight they must come apart. He must become unmoored. The highest leaves don’t move but soon it will be fall. Some of us will fall. We smile and we reassure him. We call him gifted. We call him trapped. He’s only seventeen but his Latin! We know him. We’re in it for the long haul. Far out there are places that are safe. Where he can’t be reached. We write letters for him, to him, on his behalf. We welcome him home. We sit beside him in the pews four Sundays in a row. Listen how little he speaks. Kiss his cheek. Watch from the ceiling. Watch through the smoke.

#my fic #is this even wincesty enough #too rhyme-y but what can you do #happy thursday #or I guess late #wincest wednesday #(what's happening behind that door I wonder hmmm)