The tires on my car were worn right down to the warning strips so last week it was high time to replace them. I've been getting tires from the same little place for at least twenty-five years now. I always seem to find something to photograph while there.
Living out in the country I don't often find myself walking past doorways. When I'm in the city of course I'm always walking past doorways, and find they often catch my interest. Here are four from my recent workshop weekend.
This is a strange little place on the main drag through town. It's hard to tell if it's an antique shop, used clothing store, gallery, or what. I'll have to remember to stop by on a weekday when it's open so I can ask about it.