full circle in the hundred acre wood


There’s something about a red door that draws me. This strange little storage building is made of concrete block. It has a homemade coin effect at the corners, a flat tin roof, and this lovely, odd faded red door. The hut snugs up against the glassed-in porch at the back of the Sugar Shack. A large round rock is propped up against the door to make sure it stays closed. There is a hasp, but no lock. The tiny room contains several old fishing poles, nets in disrepair and a faded beach umbrella propped up in one corner. A child’s webbed beach chair swings slowly from a carpenter’s nail when the door is opened.

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