The Lens-Artists Photo Challenge 204: Doors and Doorways
Tag: door
I loved my time in Italy
A bit of heritage in Grafton
Debbie’s One Word Sunday : Heritage
I went to town yesterday and did a drive around but it was raining and overcast, not the best for photos. I decided to find a few older items that may disappear one day. I found an old sign on the side of a building for Archie Schafer. I did a bit of research but turned up nothing and of course some sites that wanted me to pay for the information, one a newspaper which had some scant information.
From memory I know that Archie was a cyclist and the store where the sign is was the cycle shop. The building is known as the Robinson Bros building and is listed in the Heritage Register but the Architect and details are unknown. When I first came to Grafton, the building was Pullens Produce Store and is now a job centre and meeting place for those in our disabled community.
I am glad that this building will be preserved, well at least the facade.
You can just make out the Robinson Bros name on the top of the building
The door has changed a bit over time but I love it as it is now
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Going back through portals
Shut for now
A bit of Austria
Debbie’s Photo Challenge: Countries ending and starting with A
This was a no brainer for me but I’ve posted so much Australia you must be over Australia photos by now. On my very first European tour by bus, the tour ended in Vienna. I had a few days until my flight so I wander about. Here’s a selection of Austria.
My first view of Austria from the bus
I had to go to the Schonbrunn Palace
The view across the grounds
The main reason was the gardens – spectacular
Of course there were doors to be seen
I was lucky to be there for the Harvest Festival
Of course there had to be tractors
Of course I couldn’t go any where in the world without finding a bit of nature especially birds, I found a Hooded Crow
and this is a White Swan getting a bit of lunch
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Blue doors
Life in Colour July: Blue
Jude is on the lookout for blue doors. I think I found one or two
Also for Thursdays Doors
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The Screen Door – A Shed Project
A re-post of a shed project for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #113: A Labour of Love
The screen door is a reclaimed part of my childhood. No longer used in the family home it made its way here. The screen door was used on the first “house” I built. It made the journey to this house, albeit with a few dodgy repairs, and was on the front door until it started to show signs of wear.
Relegated to a shed and neglected. I was always going to fix that screen door up one day. Years passed and the lack of a good work space where things could get started and a place where the job could sit if it needed time for repairs to set.
The screen door made its way to the shed in a very sorry state
Some of the timber surrounds that held the screen wire in place were missing
and some were broken and all of them were unusable. The hinges were quite rusty
I remember the oval enamel house number in the centre of the door. I don’t know where that went unfortunately. The handle is beyond repair too as I like that one. I think my Dad made it.
Into the shed and onto the trestles. Time to take off the timber surrounds, hinges, handle and remnants of the old screen wire
A good sanding but not back to the original wood. I left a lot of the old paint and roughness as I didn’t want to erase all of the doors history. And a re-glue of the frame and clamping to make it sturdy once more.
All tidied up and a few coats of paint. 
Now to attach the screen wire. Just used staples as the new timber surrounds will hold the wire in place.
What I didn’t do was to take photos of the cutting of the timber surrounds and that part of the process to hold the wire in place.
Here is the door put installed this morning after a bit of getting everything ready yesterday afternoon
The door behind the screen door was the front door of my childhood home as well.
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Bolt
The Door
The Wednesday Challenge: The Door
I did hear a tapping,
a gentle rapping
from the old back door.
I forsook my book
to take a look,
at the old back door.
A face I saw peering
just looking, not leering
at the old back door.
I said “Hello there,”
they looked back with a stare,
from the old back door.
“Would you like a snack?”
they just looked back,
from the old back door.
“Perhaps a little lunch”
it was just a hunch,
at the old back door.
I turned to find seed,
is that what they need
at the old back door.
When I returned
my snack they spurned,
at the old back door.
They had flown away,
but shall return one day,
to the old back door.
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