Celebrating Three Years: A Photo Essay of Doors from Greece
Welcome! Today I’m celebrating my third blog anniversary — my blogoversary. I can hardly believe I’ve reached three years. It’s been a long and sometimes difficult journey, but also a rewarding one. Last year I shared some of my favorite posts; this year I wanted to do the same, but doors had other plans.
Yes, doors — that’s how we celebrate here. One door opens while another closes, and so it goes.
Part Two of the Doors Series
Today I’m sharing the second part of my doors series. The first part was a sort of blogoversary and you can find it on my site. This year is a full-fledged celebration — I promise!
All the doors shown here were collected over the past two years during my walks around Greece. Each door has its own character — colors, textures, repairs, and the marks of time.
From Greece to New York
As many readers know, I moved from Greece to New York this past fall. Leaving wasn’t easy; there were practical frustrations and cultural adjustments that helped shape the decision. I’m grateful to be here and to offer my family opportunities they lacked before. Exploring Manhattan is exciting — there’s never a dull moment.
That said, the move has been an adjustment for the kids. As someone who grew up here, I’m less aware of those early struggles. Still, watching them adapt has been a reminder of how transitions affect everyone differently.
Nostalgia and Reflection
While organizing these photographs, I found myself unexpectedly nostalgic. Some readers might say, “Of course — you just moved.” My response is that yes, I missed parts of the U.S., but I also miss Greece in ways I didn’t anticipate.
There are things I didn’t miss — red tape, intrusive neighbors, and old frustrations — but I do miss the brilliant Greek sky, the mountainous views from my window, and the quiet beauty of the beaches. I sometimes romanticize those scenes, though I also recall the complexities that made leaving necessary.
Beauty in the Details
To me, Greece is like one of these doors: weathered, sometimes covered in graffiti, but still deeply beautiful at its core. If only we could wash away the frustrations and keep the beauty — the stonework, the small architectural details, the everyday imperfections that tell a story.
I didn’t expect to feel this pull so soon after leaving. Clearly I’m not as tough as I thought. Once you’ve witnessed that sky and those places, they stay with you.
Handmade Stone and Lasting Memories
The handmade stone buildings are a constant reminder of history and craft. Every nook and cranny holds beauty — a blessing and a mild curse, perhaps, for someone who notices details easily. How does one forget images like these?
One of these doors is my favorite — an arched wood door tucked behind a fence — but I love them all for different reasons. Each photograph captures a moment and a memory.
About the Post
I hadn’t planned to write this exact post. My original idea was to write about blogging — how much I love the community, how supportive fellow bloggers are, and how blessed I feel to be a part of it. But the images insisted on guiding the story, and so this became a visual reflection more than a how-to or a thank-you note. I hope you’ll forgive the ramble — sometimes photographs lead where words cannot anticipate.
And perhaps, after all, those doors will stay open.
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Photography
Below are a couple of featured images from the gallery.
A boat ride into the sunset
Tenacious olive trees
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