Open up the doors to a new year

Whenever I go to cities or town with rich details I cant help taking photos of all the doorways. A mirror into our lives. The colors rich and textured with history, meaning memory.
All these doors I took this past year in Paris and in the North of France by the ocean.  Every home has a door, every door should be worthy of its home, its owner.
If you dont have a good door add character with color and detail.

Old farm House

Just back from France. It was a perfect trip. We spent time in the country to celebrate my belle mere & belle pere's 50th wedding anniversary, time at the seaside- oh the houses! and a few days in Paris. absolutely blissful. Visual Jam everywhere.
Naturalement, I took lots of photos and here is an old farm house in what they call a fauclette. Not even sure how to spell it or what it would be in english, where generations of my husbands family lived. It was a real treat to visit and to exclaim at the wonder that generations of family members lived and farmed here. My husbands great grandmother, was born in this house. and it still stands with history in its breath.