A Proliferation of Crooked Doors of Portsmouth

Posted on December 30, 2019

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Portsmouth has changed, there is no doubt. As we drove into town we were met first with a brand new parking garage, and the blocks of hideous new buildings, like cancers on the face of an old, loved friend. It was momentarily disorienting. There has been more growth here in the last decade than in the last 400 years. But new money always seems to come at the cost of old soul, and you can feel the history seeping away. Nevertheless, undaunted, my sister Elizabeth and I headed into our favorite haunts, Strawbery Banke (sic) and environs. A few years ago, I bought her an SLR, and as my SLR was getting a bit tempermental I picked up a new body identical to the one I gave her. So part of today was about me getting used to the camera (why does Canon have a different UX for every single model….?), and part of it was the tradition of the Crooked Doors blog.

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Tradition has been a big part of Christmas this year. This is like the 35th Christmas I’ve come home from Seattle, and the more things change with the people I know and love, and the places which form so many of our memories, the more I’ve been clinging to the things that have not changed: the traditions. When Elizabeth suggested a more streamlined Christmas Eve dinner, I said, “No,” and explained the need I currently have for some rock in the stream to cling to. Even though Amber only did this with us one year, I count that as a tradition, and we sorely missed her presence this year. Per tradition, we had lunch with Richard and John Thomas at the riverside.

One interesting thing that happened was we ran across several homeowners and chatted them up. At least two of them claimed to have seen the blog! Another couple explained that during the harvest season at the Banke, they make all of the wreaths, explaining where this tradition came from. At some point I put on my 12-24 zoom, and left Beth with the 28-200 in hopes of looking at some of the old doors in a new light. Also, I think the Batman cinematographer’s spirit  might occasionally take over Beth’s body. I’m not going to try to sort who took what: They are all crooked, and what more could you ask for?

And, because this trip was about spending time with loved ones, I have not edited these images one whit. You might go so far as to say that it is whitless. It might take a day or so to load, so I put small images in the gallery, but you watch the slide show they are larger. And, of course, the wreaths are just part of it. The doors, the architecture, breathing in the place itself to sustain us for another year, this is what this walk is really about.

Happy New Year.

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