Observatory Street is a narrow cobbled way on the west side of Oxford. It is lined by narrow English houses–with colorful doors. I’ve been making collages of my photographs of these doors, and decided to share one with you, in case any of you see in them what I see: charm.
Written by . . .
My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.