19-NOV-2011
Fishing net, Acre, Israel, 2011
The well worn, rusting blue metal door along Acre’s harbor provides a handy hanging spot for a green and purple fishing net with red floats. I liked the rhythmic repetition of the inverted “V” door braces flanking the triangular mass of net on both the top and bottom. The colors of the net vividly contrast to a fading torn poster featuring what once was a view of Acre’s harbor.
25-NOV-2011
Open door, Valletta, Malta, 2011
The repeating rhythms of the three large green double doors, fronted by three metal hitching posts, drew my eye. I waited for someone to walk past them to add still another layer of meaning to the image. As luck would have it, someone not only walked into my frame – he hauled open one of those large doors and paused for a moment within the entrance as I made this image. He seems to be walking into the past. After making the shot, I noticed that someone had also placed a small pot with a green plant in front of that door’s hitching post, extending a touch of green color into the foreground as well.
03-JUN-2010
Old door, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 2010
Detail makes this door come alive – it looks as if it has been in place here for much of Santa Fe’s 400-year history. It stands near the Alameda Creek, obviously entirely crafted by hand, the art of a master wood carver. Its scars and coloration add character, a patina etched by the passage of time itself.
07-JUN-2010
Mind the step, Durango, Colorado, 2010
What initially may look like a step is not. It is just a lighter color stone, set into the foundation of this old house. It’s a long way from the sidewalk to the base of this old door, giving it a very incongruous setting. I liked the way the color of the glowing reddish light within the house is echoed by the red flowers in the box on the wall. The pink flowers pick up the color of the wall, as well.
11-JUN-2009
Chamber, State Capitol Museum, Phoenix, Arizona, 2009
A morning sun warms the walls and doors that line the former House of Representatives chamber in Arizona’s old state capitol building, now a museum. This door leads to the room where committees once met and clerks once worked in the early years of the 20th century. The diagonal play of light and shadow embraces it, painting it in warm, nostalgic colors. It helps yesterday become today.
08-NOV-2008
Piecemeal, Sousse, Tunisia, 2008
This door provides an insight into the Tunisian economy – it is a study in piecemeal repair. I made this image within the 800-year-old medina of Sousse, where things are generally old and sometimes very old. I have no idea how long this door has served its owners, but it is obvious that when this door breaks it is not replaced, but seemingly reinforced at random. It becomes an incongruous symbol of a world where time stands still, money is hard to come by, and craftsmanship is not an issue. Incongruity comes to us here not just through the skills of the photographer, but rather through the bizarre nature of the subject itself. All we have to do is notice it, and expression takes place.
08-NOV-2008
Hand of Fatima, Sousse, Tunisia, 2008
Fatima was the compassionate daughter of the Prophet Mohammed, a maker of miracles. The hand of Fatima is used throughout Tunisia, as well as other North African countries, as a form of superstitious protection, particularly in the form of doorknockers. I saw dozens of them, but this one was memorable because it was as blue as the door behind it. Superstition is rooted in mystery, and so is this image. I loved the play of light and shadow: the hand of the good Fatima is illuminated by the warmth of the sun, while the door itself is left mostly dark, implying the doubts and dangers that go hand in hand (no pun intended) with superstition.
09-NOV-2008
Unhinged, Kairouan, Tunisia, 2008
I layer an unhinged door with an ancient rag and decaying building. How long has this door hung unhinged on its jam, leaving the entrance to this old building open to all visitors? Kairuoan is almost a thousand years old, making age and decay a relative matter. There is a haunting beauty to this scene, chaotic geometry that challenges the imagination, making us wonder who lived and worked here, where have they gone, and if they will ever return?
18-MAY-2008
Blue door, Volcano, California, 2008
A door can be viewed as a barrier as well as a portal. In the old gold mining towns of 19th century California, most of the surviving buildings have sturdy metal doors, probably intended to keep unwelcome visitors out. I used late afternoon light to bury this door in mysterious shadow. A pillar acts as a sentry – it casts a long shadow, leading the eye into the door itself and finding its echo in its black reinforcing panels. The deep blue color is memorable – it gives the door its character and provides contrast to the gray granite that frames it.
14-MAY-2008
Living history, Yosemite National Park, 2008
California school children often come to Yosemite’s Pioneer village, dress in 19th century rural costumes, and live for a day as people lived during the Gold Rush era. I found this student poised just inside of the door of an old building, his head in shadow, and his toes awkwardly placed together, yet his face glows in the reflected light. The door to the past is wide open for him, yet he seems reluctant to walk through it. The glow on his face suggests that he will soon muster the courage to leave the shadows of the building and step back into the 19th century.
26-MAR-2008
Passageway, Fatehpur Sikri, India, 2008
Fatehpur Sikri is an abandoned labyrinth of sandstone galleries, pavilions, and structures that once served as Emperor Akbar imperial palace. I abstracted a couple of tourists by backlighting them and making them part of the architecture. One merges into a pillar, the other seemingly supports one of a thousand doors that have stood open for 400 years.
17-DEC-2007
Storeroom, Temple of Literature, Hanoi, Vietnam, 2007
The Temple of Literature is just about the oldest place in Hanoi. It was constructed sometime between 1009 and 1225. Many of its original buildings are still in place. When I saw this door hanging ajar against the well-worn walls, I felt as if I was looking straight back into the face of time itself. The ancient door hangs wide open, revealing a stack of nested baskets within. Just outside of it, worn roof tiles are stacked, their brownish hues echoing the colors of the baskets within the storeroom. The broom and dustpan look standing against the wall of the storeroom look as if they come from another time as well. Had this door been locked shut, as it probably should have been, think of all we would have missed! Just about the only concession to the industrial age here is the padlock that is supposed to keep photographers and others at bay.
