Sometimes it’s the simplicity, the simple vibes a city radiates when you pass by a well-balanced asymmetrical front stoop.
Other times it’s the complexity, the complex nature of a city that beckons behind the colorfully chosen window boxes and decorative door mat.
So where am I going with all of this? Think of it this way, you can dress your friend up, but who’s claiming responsibility for his or her actions at Knock at 1:30 in the morning?
I walk by a lot of front porches on my way to and from work. Sometimes I catch myself stopping to recognize a color scheme or oddity I hadn’t noticed the 50 other times I’d passed by. And let me guess, sometimes you catch yourself stopping to question whether or not to claim the hooligan that is your friend crossing the street on a red light after last call at the bars? Yes? No?
Point is, living in Harrisburg has given me the opportunity to occasionally stop and compliment a local resident on keeping her potted plants alive and recognize it may not be the only thing she’s been trying to keep alive lately. We all face hardships – unsettled relationships, missed payments, an overbearing workload.
You can clean up nice for Friday night, but come Monday morning there’s not much room for escape. A picturesque front door on the outside, is a story waiting to unfold on the inside. Take a look at these front doors and try and imagine the stories waiting to be told…
This is the first part in a series of front porch articles to come – Harrisburg, you’re a beauty and one article wasn’t enough for me to take it all in.
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