What is the Low Door in the Wall?


“But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiousity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.”
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This quotation from Brideshead, Revisited seeps into my head as I’m walking up to a door to interview someone, or when I’m poking around a junk yard, or stepping into a building that has some history. I love that feeling of being riveted to the present — where time gets caught in parentheses. Sometimes it’s triggered by a detour on the way home that messes with my sense of time and place.  Or by a misplaced fragrance that questions my surroundings then brings everything into sharp focus. This low door in the wall isn’t about the enclosed garden — it’s about the wonder that occurs when something hijacks that dull sensibility that I’ve seen all this before.

-Kim Hancey Duffy
Contact info: kim@lowdoorinthewall.com
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The historic photo on the front page is of a Christmas Day parade in Salt Lake City, 1932.  Courtesy of the Utah State Historical Society.