A Wobbily Door

The bitter cold of this (so far) snow-free January let up yesterday. I could NOT resist taking a nice long “Thinking Walk” (to borrow a phrase from Winnie the Pooh).

I was rewarded with this beauty of a fishing shed and her wobbily door.

As you can imagine, I wasn’t alone. Lots of dog walkers. I bet most doggies protested two days ago when the wind chill was -20C. But yesterday was a glorious 10c above. And out we all trotted!

(Honestly, a girl has to have a flexible wardrobe to get through winters here.)

The crows were plentiful, too. They were calling to each other, foraging in the grasses and even, like this one, stopping to rest and appreciate.

At least that’s what I like to think he was doing. Or maybe he had me under surveillance.

Crows know things.

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A Snowy Door

The School of Architecture Building of Dalhousie University in Halifax. Quiet on a snowy December evening.

Photo taken in December.

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Law Office Door

Just sitting here admiring the door to my lawyer’s office. Especially impressed by how the new, locally crafted main door matches the vintage door to the right.

I’m not sure what purpose that original red door served – but there must be a story there …

And wow!!! What a fine example of a “Lunenburg Bump”!!

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Agricola Street Doors

I took a walk north along Agricola Street this afternoon. And yes! I spotted a few gorgeous doors.

Some absolute glowed in the slanting November afternoon sun.

And here’s a snazzy door knocker:

And sunny streets cape.

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Schmidtville Doors

I am temporarily hold up in a downtown condo that was built in the early 90’s. To the North, the building fronts onto the city’s busiest shopping street. There are brand new developments under construction immediately to the east and west of me (it’s a little noisy).

But step out the door and turn south, and BOOM! You are in Schmidtville!

This charming wee neighbourhood has recently – very recently, like three months ago recently – been designated a Heritage Conservation District.

Thank goodness for that! This place has the same urban density stats as Paris, proving that we do not need only glass and steel towers to improve urban density. More than that, Schmidtville’s residents provide an excellent example of economic diversity. Plus is really pretty!

Elizabeth Schmidt subdivided Pedley’s Fields after her husband, Capt. Christian Schmidt, died in 1830. The 12 acres of grazing land was purchased by her father, James Pedley, in 1781.

The houses are mainly Georgian in style, but the neighbourhood also has some Victorian architecture.

I’ve been watching this spot. Someone has dug the soil beside this house to expose a deeply buried door. They have only just filled the doorway in with concrete blocks. I wonder where that door went when the house was originally built?

I feel like there is a story there …

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Countesthorpe Doors

Treasures in small-ish places.

This summer we made our way across the pond to the village of Countesthorpe (pop 6,300 +\-), Leicestershire in England to visit my in-laws. Thats smack in the middle of the Midlands.

My husbands folks have always come to us. For years and years. But now, age and health concerns have gotten in the way. So, it’s our turn to return the favour.

And lucky us!! We get to explore!

Open door policy at the Bulls Head.

As you can see, it was bright and sunny – every single day. And HOT! Unexpectedly hot.

Nice job, Countesthorpe! You sure offer up a nice variety is welcoming doorways!!

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Brand New Door

Voila!! This is the door to our new deck (which doesn’t yet exist).

We are building a new house, and it’s taking for.ev.er!

The photo was taken a few weeks ago and still no insulation. No drywall. No kitchen. No bathroom. No nothing.

Except this door. And the amazing view beyond. Sigh….

I can’t wait till it’s done and we can step through the door.

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