Magic Doors

I have always loved little doors. They are always friendly and never threating. I like them even better when the dimensions are similar to real doors -longer than they are wide.

Wondrous things and beings are behind them. New exciting places or parallel dimensions, similar to where I am now, but always sunny.
I'm glad they are still magic, even if they are, as is this one, found in one of the ladies' room in the Buller Building at UofM.

The Log Driver's Waltz

Kate McGarrigle's death was mentioned in the paper today and they mentioned this song. Does anyone else remember it?