Doors

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Heavy-duty door.

Heavy-duty door.

BY JULIE SEYLER

In May, 2001, 3 months prior to 9/11, I went to Tunisia for 5 days with a friend. We walked through the souks of Tunis and drove about finding the remnants of the Roman Empire at Dougga. We stayed in a lovely beachside hotel in Sidi Bou Said and toured the Bardo Museum in Carthage. We discussed the anger in the streets. It was not a violent anger- it was a percolating rage fueled by perpetual unemployment and lack of opportunity. I was lucky to visit when I did- Tunisia is a beautiful country with much culture, but its personal gift to me was that I became aware of doors.

From my photo album on Tunisia.

From my photo album on Tunisia.

The guide books pointed out that the doors in Tunisia were unique because of their massiveness, decorativeness and significance of separating the private domestic space from the world outside. So now wherever I travel I remain hyper-attuned to doors, to their size, their locks, their doorhandles, their mail box slots and whatever else catches my eye. It is never perfection, but the texture, shape, form, design and mystery behind these entryways that enchant me.

So as we walk through the door to 2016, let’s be hopeful it opens into a new and safe space.

Stairwell door

Stairwell door

Hand knocker.

Hand knocker.

Little Door

Little Door

Window doors

Window doors

Detail of door.

Detail of door.

 

Door mail slot

Door mail slot

Lisbon train station doors

Lisbon train station doors

Moody Skies

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moody Sky

Given that we, on the eastern seaboard, are facing an oppressively gray day, here are some images from days like these. Let everyone in the midwest be safe.

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The Painted Bunting in Prospect Park, Brooklyn

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Painted Bunting in Prospect Park

I missed its head, but nailed the body.

BY JULIE SEYLER

On a spring morning in December I trekked out to Prospect Park in Brooklyn to find the painted bunting. Never ever would I have been able to espy this bird on my own, but with the assistance of my birder buddy, and many others curious about the unusual and rare presence of this Florida-based bird in the New York metropolitan area, we located its general whereabouts. It was hanging in a brown patch of weeds by the skating rink, not waiting for its close-up. Rather it was being coy, hiding itself deep within the withered branches and brambles of a roped off fen. But birders are expansive people, they want you to share in the joy of a sighting. The guy crouching next to me with his super telephoto camera lens patiently explained that I needed to find the stump, look halfway up just below the white flowers at 2:00 and I would see a patch of blue. I followed his directions and voila there it was. So satisfying! Then it was time for the next activity, brunch and a well-earned Bloody Mary.