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.”
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.