Lens Artist Photo: Doors/Doorways

What fun to revisit the photos of doors I have been drawn through but also drawn to as a photographer. I like doors.

I took this photograph when visiting Dublin in December, 2007 while taking university students on a cross cultural study trip. I was drawn in by the unique colors and intrigued by the sign that read, “The Sick and Indigent Roomkeepers Society.”

So many of my photographs bring back vivid memories – like this one from 2012. We were driving around the Gaspe Peninsula, Quebec Provence, Canada with our camping trailer in tow. It was lunch time and as we have done so often, we pulled into the parking lot of a church to fix us a bite to eat. Workers had just finished polishing these front doors to return them to their bright copper. I took the photo with a small Olympus digital.

This was taken in 2014 while in Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada where my husband’s father was from. While he was checking out family tomb stones in this cemetery, I took this photo of the chapel doors. It is a favorite of mine because of the beautiful color and the aging, ornate style.

I spent a few days in Buenos Aries and took many, many photos of doors in the neighborhood of our small hotel. However they didn’t turn out well because I was too close and the lens distortion was too great to correct in post-processing. I do enjoy looking at this door, however, and thinking about the life stories that were enacted here.

This is one of my favorite compositions from all subjects of my photographs. The door at the front is open to the sanctuary of a church. There seems to be some sort of existential meaning trying to speak to me but my brain can’t quite hear it.

These last two were taken at different places in the Maritime Provinces of Canada, near the Bay of Fundy. They tickle my funny bone and make me smile every time I look at them. Side-by-side, the difference in scale adds a little surrealness to them that makes me feel a little off kilter.

This door led to our B&B in the country-side village of Kochkor, Kyrgyzstan.
This is our daughter coming out of the door to our B&B on the highland meadow of Son Kul, where Kyrgyz herders take their livestock to graze in the summer.

My travel doors are in response to Sylvia’s topic of Doors/Doorways. She is hosting the Lens-Artist Challenge this week.

23 thoughts on “Lens Artist Photo: Doors/Doorways

  1. I love doors too. The intrigue. The possibilities. What I do not like are the rows of new connected housing in my community with all the same color-houses, including doors. No personality. Homogeneity at its best (or worst). Love your photos!


  2. A wonderful collection of doors, and I also really enjoyed reading your memories connected with each. I’m a little envious that you’ve visited Kyrgyzstan – it’s still on my wish-list!


    • My daughter no longer lives there but if you would like I could connect her with you and she could give you some contacts. It is a safe country because it is relatively stable and the US leases part of the airport for transport of non-weapon supplies into the middle-east. There are also large numbers of NGOs in Bishkek so the city is friendly to foreigners but you get into the country and it doesn’t have much infrastructure for visitors. Sharon & I had a Russian speaking driver and Kyrgyz guide (a descendent of a Kan). We usually didn’t have indoor plumbing – but you already know about that kind of travel. It was wonderful!


  3. These doors offer a glimpse into your life’s travels…fun. Looks like you’ve walked through to a variety of places.
    I especially like the copper doors. It’s so rare to see copper on outside buildings newly burnished to their coppery fullness!


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