This newest picture was taken of the door in what I would consider the most dense remaining forest area of the park. In almost every other spot in the park you can see uprooted trees or barren spots. In this oasis of trees, you feel as though you could be somewhere remote. This picture has the path framed in the door window. I had to go to the park twice to get this picture because my camera has gotten very moody and only likes to work once or twice a week now. I suppose he is getting old.

Today Baerbel and I went to the park for a picnic. It was cold, and people thought we were crazy, but that feeling when you get that first warm day after in the middle of February and Bingo, shorts and a picnic... and then freeze your ass off. The wind off the water was freezing, the potato salad cold and the chicken parmesan luke warm. After I got some food in my belly, I left the scene of the picnic and went looking on the beach for the door. It wasn't there. I looked around and saw that somebody had moved it about 20 feet. It was now next to a tree. I went over to the door, picked it up, put my head where the window pane had once been and began walking. I walked about 100 yards towards the center of the park on a path and then veered off into the rough area between the Sailors Memorial Way and Heather Road, just above the Sailors Memorial.

This picture allows you to see the unpainted side of the door which was not shown in the original picture.

Here is the first picture taken of the door.  This walk included our two good friends, who were visiting from Albania, Kevin and Bela.  It was was Kevin who took this picture.  I think this is the perfect place for the door blogumentary to start because this is where we found the door and this is the first placed it was "revived" even if that revival only was for an hour or two.  

On this particularly cold December day, the four of us ventured in to the park to see if the door was still there.  I was slightly worried about the tide having taken it away but when we approached, we could see the outline in the snow and we pulled it out.  We got the door standing and this shot has Halifax Harbor and McNabs Island in the background, and gives you your first visual contact with the White Door.  Chipped paint and rounded edges, missing door handle and empty glass pane, chipped and splintered wood throughout.   I wonder how long this door was in the water, I isn't waterlogged and I don't think it could have come from too far.   You can see how we stood the door up with the rocks at the bottom of the picture.

After the photo shoot we went and got some more pictures of a picnic table with rocks on the top and then discussed my future as a famous Canadian artist in Albania, I mean, how would they know the difference with work like this!