between us and a beautiful old home a crowd appears, as if trying to get into the picture i want to make. the crowding seems to be intensifying, so i give up and take the shot. something inside me wants to know, did someone decide how it should look, even before they built? or maybe they wanted the dooway to look like someone else's. i'm guessing that it does not matter to me at this late date. if i could, i would not change a thing, except the crowd. they could have moved out of my photograph. i have to wonder how many people have me in a photo, because i didn't move out of the way.