The Blue Door on Palo Verde Drive

Some houses are remembered for the people who lived inside them. Others are remembered for a colour, the kind you can still picture years later.

On Palo Verde Drive, this little blue door was one of those places. Warm afternoons, desert plants spilling across the walkway, and a home that seemed to hold its own quiet stories. Nothing extraordinary happened here. And perhaps that was the point.

Sometimes, the places that stay with us are simply the ones that felt like home.

30x15 acrylic on canvas