Doorphoto! What a beauty this one was, sprawling and solid and filled with blue and gold. These tendrils encircled the doorknobs (like gold icing on a blue cake. My poetic side tends to think this way.) and the reason I focussed on them was because my reaction to them was pretty much the same as my friend Sambit's: 'Let us go through the mines of Moria.'

These Lorduhtheringss moments may be mere smatterings as far as a lifetime of cognition goes, but it still doesn't mean I won't expect a door like this to pop up every once in a while.

Bylakuppe, Coorg.