View allAll Photos Tagged Affects
There was a nice shadow affect at sunset, and I simply put my camera on manual, changed the ISO and hiked up some custom settings on there, and wah la.
(Taris system, moments after the events of Chapter 8)
Outside of the Separatist base, Throte, Egile and the last of the Clone Troopers keep up their attacks against the Sith General, Gualo Rotinth. However, their attacks are having no affect against him as he easily deflects their blaster shots back towards them. Already a few have died from his defense and Gualo was making sure to torture the rest of the Republic forces before slaying them all.
In a matter of speaking, Gualo himself was enjoying the intense fight.
So focused on the Republic soldiers, he almost didn't see Kydan and Calena quickly charging at him from each side. They both figured that if the rest of the Republic soldiers could keep Gualo in place for just a few more moments, they could end this battle once and for all.
However, Gualo figured out their plan quickly as he swiftly deactivates his saber and spins to dodge a couple blaster shots. Just passing him, he uses the Force to create a massive pulse, causing everyone to be sent flying backwards. Reactivating his lightsaber, Gualo takes a defensive stance as Kydan and Calena, who had endured the Force Pulse, quickly approach him.
But, to Gualo's surprise, Kydan comes to a complete stop, confused as to what he was doing. Curiously and cautiously, he turns his head around to Calena, only to be met with her blade coming for him. With only a short time to react, he blocks her attack, his saber only inches away from his face.
At the same time, Kydan comes from the other side, his vibroblade raised in the air as he prepares to strike Gualo down. Gualo just smirked at them, realizing what they were trying to accomplish.
Gualo- "Heh, this again?"
Like before, Gualo breaks the blade lock and jumping over Kydan backwards, avoiding his attempted attack.
Gualo- "Using the same moves won't save you, Republic scum!"
As he just lands on his feet, he was suddenly hit by Kydan's Force Push, powerful enough to send him flying backwards, skidding across the platform towards the building
Kydan- "That was never my intention, Gualo..."
Gualo stared wide eyed at Kydan. Did he just use a Force Push on him? The only ones that could possibly use those moves were...
Gualo- "Your...your no mercenary. Your a Jedi!"
Finally getting up to their feet, Throte, Egile and the Clone Troopers were able to hear what Gualo had just said. Underneath Throte's helmet, his expression was in complete shock. Many could even say and tell that he had tons of thoughts crossing through his mind just by the frozen stance he was in.
Egile- *Thoughts* 'Kedone...is a Jedi?'
Kydan narrowed his eyes at Gualo. So much for keeping that part a secret he thought to himself. Truthfully, he was going to tell them all that he was a Jedi after the battle was over, but the situation they were in now...it was too soon. This wasn't how he wanted it to turn out.
Kydan- "...Yes, I am."
After a few moments of silence, Gualo finally spoke up, giving off a devious grin, and then laughing menacingly.
Gualo- "Hahaha! This is just perfect! Another Jedi to kill today! I can definitely say that I will have the unspeakable pleasure of killing two Jedi with one blade! Like your master, you shall fall along with him!"
Kydan- "As long as I live Gualo, you won't be getting that chance again."
Kydan glances towards Calena who was already taking her position.
Kydan- "Ready?"
Calena- *Nods* "Yeah..."
Quickly, Kydan and Calena once again charge directly at Gualo, who was also charging at them as well, with their blades were ready to strike down the other. All at once, their blades collided with each other, locking themselves in.
Gualo- "Hmph...you both seem to have tremendous strength...but that alone will not be enough to defeat me!"
Gualo forcefully breaks the blade lock and uses the Force to create lightning, electrifying both Kydan and Calena. The Force Lightning was so strong that it was able to send them both flying backwards across the platform, causing an after shock through them after they crashed.
Slowly, Gualo approaches them both. He turns his attention towards Kydan as he readies his saber for the final kill.
Gualo- "This ends for you both...Jedi."
But before Gualo could even make a move against Kydan, out of nowhere, Egile tackles Gualo back, just about knocking him off his feet.
Egile- You'll have to go through us to get to them, you monster!
Quickly, as Egile and the soldiers took chase after Gualo, one of the Clone Sergeants and a clone rushes towards the both of them to check their conditions.
772nd Clone Sergeant- "You two okay?"
Kydan- "Yeah, were fine..."
772nd Clone- "Here, let me help you up ma'am."
Calena- "Thanks..."
772nd Clone Sergeant- "We'll draw his attention away for now. Meanwhile, you two get ready to finish him. We'll hold him off until then."
With that, the Clone Sergeant and the other Republic soldiers rush towards Gualo as they keep his attention on them only while Kydan and Calena take a moment to recover.
Approaching him slowly, Calena walks beside him, waiting for him to give them the orders on what to do at this point.
Kydan- "Calena? Do you think you can keep his attention away from me for five seconds?"
Calena stared at him puzzled. She absolutely had no idea what he was now thinking, but she knew that it had to be a last resort plan of some kind. Going with whatever he was planning, she nods.
Calena- "Yeah...I can. But what are you gonna do?
Kydan- "...Something that I won't be proud of doing."
Not wanting to press the matter any further, she nods once more and then rushes towards the others. For a brief moment, he watches the battle from the other side. What he was going to do was one of the many things that he wished he didn't have to do. It's what made him such an outcast to everyone, even to the Jedi Order.
Appearing next to him was Dark, giving him a cautious and serious look in his eyes.
Dark- "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
Kydan- "..."
Dark- "I mean, you know what happened last time...and that alone caused us and everyone else a lot of pain and fear. Even the Order had wanted it banned and forbidden."
Kydan- "I'm not confident about this either, but...it's our last chance. We have to win this battle. I promised Master Turin that I would save them all...and I attend to keep that oath. I can't just watch them all die because of me."
Dark gave him a blank expression. He knew that when Kydan was this serious, it meant that he wasn't going to go back on it. No matter what, Dark was always supportive about these things, and has never doubted his friend's abilities. And he wasn't about to judge him on that now.
Dark- "...Alright then. I'm right beside you."
Rolling up his right sleeve, he takes a deep breath as he focus all his energy into his arm using the Force and another mysterious ability. In a matter of seconds, his arm began to shade into a black color, producing blue and black streams of electricity from his shoulder down to the ends of his finger tips. His arm appeared to have been changed into some type of ancient armor.
Kydan's breaths started getting heavier. He has, in his life, hardly ever used this ability this much. The last time he did something like this...was when his father was still alive, which was nearly eleven years ago.
Kydan- *Groans in pain* "This...have better 'gynero'...bloody work..."
_________________________
Fourth Wall: ('Gynero', meaning hopeful)
_________________________
Dark- "Just don't over exert yourself this time..."
Groaning, he looks towards Dark and smirks.
Kydan- "I plan not to bud..."
Reaching into his robes, he pulls out his own lightsaber, producing a purple blade from the hilt. Grasping the saber in his left hand tightly, he swiftly charges towards the others with tremendous speed, shades of darkness trailing behind him. His only hope was that this ability will end Gualo once and for all. Otherwise...there would be dire consequences.
At the very same time, Calena continues to hold out against Gualo on her own. Egile, Throte and the others were all knocked out one by one injured, leaving herself and Gualo to fight each other. But fighting Gualo on her own was becoming too much for a single person to do.
Using his last ounce of strength left, Gualo creates one last massive Force Pulse, sending Calena flying backwards, causing her to crash hard on the platform.
Chuckling, Gualo approaches Calena who was trying to get back up, but to no prevail. She was too injured and exhausted to stand at the moment.
Gualo- "Hehehe. This is where your lives come to an end, Republic scum..."
Slowly, Gualo raises his saber at Calena, aiming for her neck to decapitate her. He could sense her fears building...and it felt wonderful to him. The pure fear and hesitance in another life form felt ecstatic.
Gualo- "Farewell, Siruhnian..."
Before his saber could pierce into her neck, out of nowhere, Kydan blocks his attempted assassination, utterly saving Calena's life. This caused Gualo to go into a state of shock and wide eye. Where in the world did he come from?
Gualo- "How did you--?!"
But before Gualo could even finish his own sentence, Kydan used his unknown abilities to send him flying backwards with the sound of a loud thud and groan.
Kydan- "HAAAAA!!!"
Crying out in a loud voice, Kydan swiftly reaches Gualo in nothing but a black fog as he pierces him with a black, electrical blue thrust in the stomach. Gualo suddenly coughed up a bit of blood from his mouth. His breathing was slowly fading, as well as his own life.
Without hesitation, Kydan yaks his arm out of him as Gualo drops to the ground on his knees, his expression filled with shock of the major outcome. His last thought was; how he was beaten so quickly from a low life Jedi Padawan as the boy?
Gualo- "...I...I lost...?"
With his dying words, Gualo slumps to the ground dead, with his surprised expression still left on his face along with his half opened eyelids. The battle was now finally over.
Kydan takes in a sharp deep breath, losing his concentration on his abilities. Slowly, his arm begins to turn back to his normal skin color, the black and blue colors fading away into nothing but a mist.
Not realizing it, Kydan suddenly dropped to his knees, staring directly at Gualo's lifeless, dead body.
Kydan- "I...I did...? Did we win?"
To answer his own question, he suddenly heard a cry of cheering and joy from behind. Turning his head, he saw Calena, Egile and all the soldiers celebrating him.
Egile- "Kydan! You did it! You took down the Sith!"
Calena- "Great work Kydan!"
All at once, he felt happy yet confused as to why he was being cheered.
Kydan- "N-no! Really, I-I didn't really do--"
Clone Trooper 1- "Tremendous work!"
Clone Trooper 2- "You did it sir!"
Clone Trooper 3- "We've recaptured Taris!"
For some reason, Kydan felt hit heart rejoice somehow. He had never had anyone cheer or celebrate him on anything in his life. He figured that this is what it meant to have lots of friends who aren't afraid of you. He could feel himself blushing and flustered from them. He felt...happy for once.
Kydan- "W-well I-"
Throte- WHY?!
Suddenly, everyone stops cheering as they turn their attention to Throte who had walked up to them all with his two troopers trailing behind.
Throte- "Why did you let Higer die!?"
Kydan felt confused. He didn't know what Throte meant by the clone's words.
Kydan- "...Let him die?"
Snapping his head at Kydan, he glares directly at him with anger in his eyes and expression.
Throte- "Of course! We all saw it at the beginning! You knew Gualo's skill techniques that he was using against us! If you would have told us about Gualo's skills back on the Acclamator, he wouldn't have died! What else is shocking is that your a Jedi! You had the power to save him...but yet, you just stood there and let him die in front of us all!"
The soldiers that were listening started to whisper and nodded at Throte's comments. It seemed that he had a lot of points to consider. The only two people that didn't respond to his comments were Calena and Egile.
772nd Clone Sergeant- "Of course he's a Jedi! That's how he knew the Sith's skills in the battle! That's how he was able to beat him so easily! He knew all about it and never attended to tell us at all! There are other Jedi among us, isn't there!? If so, the come fourth and speak up!"
Glancing around, the soldiers try to pinpoint anyone that were a Jedi amongst them all. Calena and Egile were starting to feel a bit concerned at the moment.
At this, Kydan started to worry and be afraid. All of them knowing that he was a Jedi working undercover and hiding among them was bad. Calena and Egile were the only two people that knew that he was a Jedi and had no problem with it. Yet, it was the others that they were all concerned about.
He shut his eyes tightly without anyone seeing, trying to come up with a solution to this problem. Or even hoping that this would all go away. But, sadly, he couldn't think of anything. There was nothing else he could do.
Then, unexpectedly, a vision with him and Master Turin appears in his mind, replaying the last event that had taken place.
Turin- "Kydan...promise...promise me this...that you will protect them...everyone...in this war...as many...as you can...no matter the cause..."
Gaining slightly a bit of confidence, Kydan knew what he had to do. He had to believe what he thought was the right course of action, what was best for him, the Republic and the Jedi Order. Staring at Gualo's dead corpse, he grabs the cloak and armor off him.
Then, for some apparent and sudden reason, Kydan started to laugh. And not like your typical normal laugh.
Kydan's laughter began to become even louder and louder, causing everyone to stare at him, confused as to why he was now suddenly laughing like a maniac. They thought he had suddenly just lost it.
Kydan- "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A Jedi?"
He starts to stand up, grasping Gualo's cloak and armor in his hands. His eyes seemed to falter among them, now not visible.
Kydan-" I wish you wouldn't compare me to those insignificant fools. They are all pathetic...and weak."
Throte- "What?"
Slowly, he starts to walk up to Throte and the others, still not showing his eyes to any one of them.
Kydan- Those thousands of Clone Troopers that died were all but cadets, not even worthy yet of the title of soldier. Heck, they didn't even know how to hold their blasters correctly. Not to mention, their aiming when shooting was totally inaccurate. But you. All of you. You are all better than they ever would and could be, even greater than you could even imagine yourselves.
Throte and the other soldier's expression's changed to a pure surprise. They were a bit shocked at what Kydan was just speaking.
Kydan- "But me...I am not like them. I have surpassed all of the Jedi. I have faced more difficult challenges and trials in my entire life then them, and I can assure you, Gualo was the weakest among the many others that I've met and fought. The Jedi ccan only dream of what I have gone through in my years. The reason I knew about his techniques is due to many reasons."
Kydan stops and stands in front of Throte and a few other soldiers, with Calena and Egile on the left side of him. Picking up his head, his eyes were now clear as day. However, they had suddenly changed. They weren't the gentle, kind brown chocolate colored eyes he had just recently. No. They were now the color of a red, piercing rose bud, staring at them all with black pupil eyes. Just the sight of his eyes caused a bit of tension and fear around them.
Kydan- "I know many things that even the Jedi and Sith would say to be...unnatural. I know more than the information brokers and the crime lords across the galaxy could ever learn. I am something that the Force can't even comprehend alone."
Throte- "...Wh-what? That's...that's far worse than any Jedi or Sith! Y-your a beast! A vicious monster!"
At the same time, everyone, except for Calena and Egile who were just glancing around themselves, started to call out different names at Kydan. They called him "freak", "monster", "demon", "rogue", and so many more. Yet, there was one interesting name that caught his attention among them. And it sounded perfect.
Clone Trooper- Your a freak! A dark, fiendish, mercenary freak!
Kydan- "Hmm...the Dark Mercenary...I like the sound of that. Yes, I am Kydan Witress, the Dark Mercenary. I have been trained to acknowledge both the light and dark side of the Force. I do prefer more of the darker techniques, if you asked me."
Glancing down, Kydan stared at the cloak and clothing that he had taken from Gualo's corpse.
Kydan- "So for now on, don't get me mixed up with those Jedi whelps or Sith-spits."
Quickly, he throws the black cloak over him, covering himself up with Sith robes, followed by a hood, now covering his eyes. Throwing Throte and the others a devious grin, he turns around and starts walking towards the landing platform, where he waited for his ship to pick him up. Throte and the others watched him walk away, not trying to take a chance to catch him. His own words were enough to frighten them all already.
As Kydan approaches the platform, where his ship, the Black Shadow had now just landed, he prepares to enter his ship. But before he could even step onto the ship, Calena runs up to him.
Calena- Kydan!
Kydan just stood there, waiting for her to speak. He figured there was no sense of talking at the moment, not with all what just happened back there. He didn't even turn around to face her.
Calena- "Why? Why did you say all that?"
Biting his lip, he knew that he needed to lie.
Kydan- "Because...it's the best thing to do."
Calena- "Kydan..."
Kydan- "...Here's some advise for you."
He finally looks over his shoulder as he begins to speak.
Kydan- "The Force is very strong within you. History states that the Irune clan bloodline were told to hold a strong connection to the Force as it was passed down for many generations in your family. I can assure you that you will become a great Jedi, once you have reached to Knighthood. Remember these words well; whenever someone asks you to join them, or even asks for their help: No matter what you do...lend out your hand and do whatever you can for them. Never turn your back away from those people. Even under the worst of circumstances imaginable."
Calena- "......"
Kydan- *Smirks* "Like all you Jedi say; May the Force be with you...always."
With that, without another word, Kydan walks up the ramp and enters his fighter. The ramp then closes up as the ship begins to hover above the platform, flying towards the atmosphere and into the far reaches of space...
_________________________
So I'll try to keep this nice and short; This. Was. A. Looong chapter to write! We had spent perhaps nearly two to three days when we wrote all of this! I'm just glad that we finally completed it at last.
As for this build, I actually thought that it was a bit interesting. We kinda wanted to take the image from KOTOR 1's Taris with its platforms and what not, and this is what we would imagine the platforms would look like these days. But like I said before, I'll let you guys decide if it looks good or not. If you want to see more pics of the chapters, again, go on over to MOC-pages and check them out for yourself!
Anyways, thank you all for your wonderful comments, faves and support so far and please continue to give us some feedback on how the story is going and what we could approve on even. Again, thank you all and, as always, have a fan-tucking-tastic day/night! See ya' in the next one.
- Director K.W.
Modèle / Model : Renault Master II
Affectation / Assignment : Fédération Française de Sauvetage et de Secourisme Sauveteurs de l'Oise (FFSS 60) / French Federation of Rescue and First Aid Rescuers of Oise
Ancienne affectation / Former assignment : Service d'Aide Médicale Urgente de l'Eure-et-Loir (SAMU 28), Structure Mobile d'Urgence et de Réanimation (SMUR) de Chartres / Emergency Medical Service of Eure-et-Loir, Mobile Emergency and Intensive Care Service of Chartres
Fonction / Function : Véhicule de Premiers Secours à Personnes (VPSP) / Vehicle of First Aids to People
Ancienne fonction / Former function : Unité Mobile Hospitalière (UMH), Ambulance de Réanimation (AR) / Hospitable Mobile Unit, Ambulance of Resuscitation
Ré-immatriculation / Re-registration : Avril 2017 / April 2017
Équipementier / Maker : GifaCollet
Following the road to grasp
something, a thing, anything,
brings me to the technique
of comparing.
As soon as I compare
it with the environment,
I can allocate it, so that
this thing, something, anything,
fits into my world which I build up,
my picture, construct,
my idea of life
in which I live,
which I must live within.
So everyone creates
their own puzzle,
whilst strolling
along the alley of time,
and the pieces
one gets to see,
do influence the big picture.
But how to get a nice, friendly
and warm idea of this world?
How to get an episteme,
in which even contentment feels
welcome and starts to settle down?
Let me whisper now:
“The angle it is, which does the trick.”
Not “what”, but “how” you see,
can make the difference.
So now please choose the title of this picture:
“Woman walking in a wood.” or
“Passing two old watchmen
on the wayfare of life.”
Anxiety affects numerous people these days. The fact that there is only one sunrise and sunset a day and each one that is missed is lost in time forever is reason enough to cause it.
For who would want to miss such a view early in the morning ?
And who would be fine with the fact that he missed such a thing when he realises it.
Along the ragged coastline on the southern part of Malta lies a small window which I believe will not last very long. Fissures seeming out of every crevice every passing winter is a season closer to its end. One thing is for sure. Arches will long outlive us.
Le papillon flambé affection les milieux chauds et secs. Il est présent dans la plupart des régions françaises. Il est particulièrement répandu dans le Sud. En revanche, cette espèce se fait rare en Grande-Bretagne. D’une envergure de 50 à 70 mm, elle est reconnaissable à son motif zébré noir et blanc et à la petite demi-lune bleue coiffée d’orange qui ourle le bord de ses ailes postérieures. Il doit ce nom à la comparaison avec l’étoffe le taffetas flambé se distinguant par ses motifs chinés.
Ce papillon aux ailes découpées est surnommé le Flambé (Iphiclides podalirius). Il est présent dans toute la France est reconnaissable par ses longs vols planés. La chenille qui deviendra ce beau papillon arbore aussi une apparence originale.
Tout de vert vêtue, elle porte sur sa tête deux antennes orangées. Huit semaines après sa naissance, elle se transforme en chrysalide accrochée dans sa plante hôte. Pour l'observer, allez lorgner du côté des prunelliers ou des cerisiers.
The days drag and the weeks fly by.
It has been a grim week at work, and yet the weekend is here once again.
The cold snap is still here; thick frosts and icy patches, but Sunday afternoon storms will sweep in from the west and temperatures will soar by day to 13 degrees.
But for now it is cold, and colder at nights, the wood burner makes the living room toasty warm, though the rest of the house seems like a fridge in comparison.
Even though we went to bed at nine, we slept to nearly half seven, which meant we were already later than usual going to Tesco.
We had a coffee first, then got dressed and went out into the winter wonderland.
Tesco was more crowded mainly because we were an hour later. There were no crackers for cheese, a whole aisle empty of cream crackers and butter wafers.
There is only so much food you can eat even over Christmas, so the cracker-shortage won't affect us, we have two Dundee cakes, filling for two lots of mince pies and pastry for five lots of sausage rolls.
We won't starve.
We buy another bag of stuff for the food bank, try to get two weeks of stuff so we wont need to go next weekend, just to a farm shop for vegetables, and the butcher for the Christmas order, though on the 25th we are going out for dinner to the Lantern.
Back home for fruit, then bacon butties and another huge brew. Yes, smoked bacon is again in short supply, with just the basic streaky smoked available, but we're not fussy, so that does the trick.
Also, Jools picked up her inhalers for her cough, and so, we hope, the road to recovery begins.
What to do with the day?
Although a walk would have been good, Jools can do no more than ten minutes in freezing conditions before a coughing fits starts, so a couple of churches to revisit and take more shots of.
First on the list was St Leonard in Upper Deal. A church I have only have been inside once. As it was just half ten, there should have been a chance it was open, but no. We parked up and I walked over the road to try the porch door, but it was locked.
No worries, as the next two would certainly be open.
Just up the road towards Canterbury is Ash.
Ash is a large village that the main roads now bypass its narrow streets, and buses call not so frequently.
The church towers over the village, its spire piercing the grey sky. We park beside the old curry hours than burned down a decade ago, is now a house and no sign of damage.
indeed the church was open, though the porch door was closed, it opened with use of the latch, and the inner glass door swung inwards, revealing an interior I had forgotten about, rich Victorian glass let in the weak sunlight, allowing me to take detailed shots. It was far better and more enjoyable than I remembered.
Once I took 200 or so shots, we went back to the car, drove back to the main road, and on to Wingham, where the church there, a twin of Wingham, would also be open too.
And it was.
The wardens were just finishing trimming the church up, and putting out new flowers, it was a bustle of activity, then one by one they left.
got my shots, and we left, back to the car and to home, though we did stop at he farm shop at Aylsham, and all we wanted was some sweet peppers for hash.
We went in and there was the bakery: I bought two sausage rolls, four small pork pies and two Cajun flavours scotch eggs. We got cider, beer, healthy snacks (we told ourselves) and finally found the peppers.
Three peppers cost £50!
Then back home, along the A2.
And arriving back home at one. We feasted on the scotch eggs and two of the pork pies.
Yummy.
There was the third place play off game to watch on the tellybox, the Football league to follow on the radio. We lit the woodburner and it was soon toasty warm.
At half five, Norwich kicked off, and hopes were high as Blackburn had not beaten us in over a decade.
And, yes you guessed it, Norwich lost. Played poorly, and in Dad's words, were lucky to get nil.
Oh dear.
Oh dear indeed.
We have Christmas cake for supper, and apart from the football, as was well with the world.
------------------------------------------------
An enormous church, picturesquely set at an angle of the village street. It owes its size to the fact that it supported a college of priests in the Middle Ages. During the sixteenth century it was substantially rebuilt, but the north aisle was not replaced, reducing the church to the odd shape we see today. The unusual pillars which divide the nave from the south aisle are of timber, not stone as a result of lack of money. At the end of the south aisle is the Oxenden chapel, which contains that family's excellent bull's head monument. The contemporary metalwork screens and black and white pavements add great dignity to this part of the building. By going through a curved passage from the chapel you can emerge in the chancel, which is dominated by a stone reredos of fifteenth-century date. This French construction was a gift to the church in the 1930s and while it is not good quality carving, is an unusual find in a Kent church.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Wingham
------------------------------------------
hortly after 1280AD Archbishop Peckham of Canterbury established a college of priests at Wingham, with a provost and six canons. From 1286 the priests lived in the attractive timber-framed house opposite St Mary's church. The college accounts for the size of the church, which seems enormous considering the present size of Wingham itself.
There was a cruciform church here before the college was established, but that building was remodelled around 1290, leaving us several excellent Geometric Gothic windows. A south porch and tower were added around 1400. The porch is curious in that there are two stories externally, but internally only one. There are many reminders of the church's past, however; the arch between the south transept and south nave aisle is late Norman, as is a blocked arch on the west wall of the north transept.
By the early 16th century the nave was in poor condition. A local brewer named George Ffogarde of Canterbury was granted a license to raise money for its repair. Having a considerable sum of money for church repair, the unscrupulous brewer absconded with the funds, embezzling £224, a huge sum for the time. The missing funds may explain why the nave was rebuilt using cheaper timber posts to support the arcades, rather than more costly stone.
The octagonal timber posts are of chestnut wood, topped by a crown-post timber roof. Sometime before the mid-19th century the timbers were encased in plaster to resemble Doric columns, but thankfully the plaster has been stripped off and we can appreciate the timber! The nave was rebuilt in the late 16th century, diminishing its footprint and leaving behind some rather odd features, like an external piscina on what was originally the easternmost pier of the nave arcade. Another odd touch is provided by the north transept, remodelled with wood frames in the Georgian period. I'm not sure I can call to mind another essentially medieval church with wooden-framed windows!
In the chancel is a lovely 14th century triple-seat sedilia and piscina. The chancel and nave are separated by a 15th century screen, now truncated, with blank panels which must have once boasted painted figures of saints. But the real treasure in the chancel is a series of ten 14th century misericords. Six of the misericord carvings are simply decorative, with floral or foliage designs. Two show animals; one appears to be a horse, another a donkey. The final two carvings are the most interesting; one shows a woman in a wimple, the other a Green Man peering out from a screen of foliage.
Behind the altar is a lovely 15th century reredos, brought here from Troyes in France. The reredos is in two sections, the upper section depicting the Passion of Christ, the lower showing the Last Supper and the Adoration of the Kings. There are small fragments of rather attractive 14th century grisailles glass in the chancel windows, and near the font are a number of surviving medieval floor tiles.
The interior is full of monuments to the Oxenden and Palmer families. The finest of these are to be found in the north transept chapel. On the east wall of the chapel is a memorial to Sir Nicholas Palmer (d. 1624). The memorial was designed by Nicholas Stone and shows effigies of Palmer and his wife under Corinthian columns and an open pediment. On the north wall is the monument to a later Thomas Palmer (d. 1656) with a bust of the deceased, now somewhat the worse for wear. A tablet to Streynsham Master (d. 1718) is on the south chapel wall, and has a fairly typical pair of skulls at the base of the tablet, wreathed in olive branches.
The most extravagant and eye-catching memorial in the church, however, is to be found in the north transept chapel, which is guarded by ornate wrought-iron screens. In the centre of the chapel is an ebullient obelisk, dated 1682, commemorating the Oxenden family. This free-standing obelisk, possibly designed by Arnold Quellin, is of white stone, with exquisite fruit and flowers cascading down each side, with large black ox heads at each angle of the base. The base is embellished with four putti (cherubic 'infants'). The effect is quite extraordinary; most people will either love it or hate it (I loved it). Also in the south transept is a wall tablet to Charles Tripp (d. 1624).
Other monuments worth mentioning include a 14th century tomb recess in the south aisle wall and a number of 15th century indents in the chancel floor which once contained memorial brasses to canons.
The church is set within a large walled enclosure, dating to the 16th and 17th centuries. Unusually, the churchyard wall has been listed Grade-II by the Department of the Environment for its historical interest.
www.britainexpress.com/counties/kent/churches/wingham.htm
-------------------------------------------
WINGHAM
IS the next adjoining parish south-westward from Ash, situated for the most part in the upper half hundred of the same name, and having in it the boroughs of Wingham-street, Deane, Twitham, and Wenderton, which latter is in the lower half hundred of Wingham.
WINGHAM is situated in a healthy pleasant country, the greatest part of it is open uninclosed arable lands, the soil of which, though chalky, is far from being unfertile. The village, or town of Wingham, is nearly in the middle of the parish, having the church and college at the south-west part of it; behind the latter is a field, still called the Vineyard. The village contains about fifty houses, one of which is the court-lodge, and is built on the road leading from Canterbury to Sandwich, at the west end of it runs the stream, called the Wingham river, which having turned a corn-mill here, goes on and joins the Lesser Stour, about two miles below; on each side the stream is a moist tract of meadow land. Near the south boundary of the parish is the mansion of Dene, situated in the bottom, a dry, though dull and gloomy habitation; and at the opposite side, next to Staple, the ruinated mansion of Brook, in a far more open and pleasant situation. To the northward the parish extends a considerable way, almost as far as the churches of Preston and Elmstone. The market, granted anno 36 king Henry III. as mentioned hereafter, if it ever was held, has been disused for a number of years past; though the market-house seems yet remaining. There are two fairs held yearly here, on May 12, and November 12, for cattle and pedlary.
In 1710 there was found on the court-lodge farm, by the plough striking against it, a chest or coffin, of large thick stones, joined together, and covered with a single one at the top. At the bottom were some black ashes, but nothing else in it. The ground round about was searched, but nothing else was sound.
Henry de Wengham, a person of great note and extraordinary parts, and much in favour with Henry III. was born here, who in 1255 made him lord chancellor. In 1259, he was elected bishop of Winchester, which he resused, but towards the latter end of the same year he was chosen bishop of London, being still chancellor, and was consecrated the beginning of the year following. He died in 1262, and was buried in his own cathedral. He bore for his arms, Gules, a heart between two wings, displayed, or.
WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ. eldest son of Sir William Cowper, bart. of Ratling-court, in Nonington, having been made lord-keeper of the great seal in 1705, was afterwards by letters patent, dated Dec. 14, 1706, created lord Cowper, baron Cowper of Wingham; and in 1709, was declared lord chancellor. After which, anno 4 George I. he was created earl Cowper and viscount Fordwich, in whose descendants these titles have continued down to the right hon. Peter-Lewis-Francis Cowper, the fifth and present earl Cowper, viscount Fordwich and baron of Wingham. (fn. 1)
The MANOR OF WINGHAM was part of the antient possessions of the see of Canterbury, given to it in the early period of the Saxon heptarchy, but being torn from it during the troubles of those times, it was restored to the church in the year 941, by king Edmund, his brother Eadred, and Edwin that king's son. (fn. 2) Accordingly it is thus entered, under the general title of the archbishop's possessions, taken in the survey of Domesday:
In the lath of Estrei, in Wingeham hundred, the archbishop himself holds Wingeham in demesne. It was taxed at forty sulings in the time of king Edward the Consessor, and now for thirty-five. The arable land is . . . . . . In demesne there are eight carucates, and four times twenty and five villeins, with twenty borderers having fifty-seven carucates. There are eight servants, and two mills of thirty-four sulings. Wood for the pannage of five hogs, and two small woods for fencing. In its whole value, in the time of king Edward the Consessor, it was worth seventy-seven pounds, when he received it the like, and now one hundred pounds. Of this manor William de Arcis holds one suling in Fletes, and there be has in demesne one carucate, and four villeins, and one knight with one carucate, and one fisbery, with a saltpit of thirty pence. The whole value is forty shillings. Of this ma nor five of the archbishop's men hold five sulings and an half and three yokes, and there they have in demesne eight carucates, and twenty-two borderers, and eight servants. In the whole they are worth twenty-one pounds.
In the 36th year of king Henry III. archbishop Boniface obtained the grant of a market at this place. The archbishops had a good house on this manor, in which they frequently resided. Archbishop Baldwin, in king Henry II.'s reign, staid at his house here for some time during his contention with the monks of Christ-church, concerning his college at Hackington. Archbishop Winchelsea entertained king Edward I. here in his 23d year, as did archbishop Walter Reynolds king Edward II. in his 18th year. And king Edward III. in his 5th year, having landed at Dover, with many lords and nobles in his train, came to Wingham, where he was lodged and entertained by archbishop Meopham. And this manor continued part of the see of Canterbury till archbishop Cranmer, in the 29th year of king Henry VIII. exchanged it with the king for other premises. After which it continued in the crown till king Charles I. in his 5th year, granted the scite, called Wingham court, with the demesne lands of the manor, to trustees, for the use of the city of London. From whom, by the direction of the mayor and commonalty, it was conveyed, at the latter end of that reign, to Sir William Cowper, knight and baronet, in whose descendants it has continued down to the right hon. Peter-Francis Cowper, earl Cowper, who is the present owner of it. (fn. 3)
BUT THE MANOR ITSELF, with the royalties, profits of courts, &c. remained still in the crown. Since which, the bailiwic of it, containing the rents and pro fits of the courts, with the fines, amerciaments, reliess, &c. and the privilege of holding the courts of it, by the bailiff of it, have been granted to the family of Oxenden, and Sir Henry Oxenden, bart. of Brome, is now in possession of the bailiwic of it. A court leet and court baron is held for this manor.
TRAPHAM is a mansion in this parish, which was formerly in the possession of a family of the same name, who resided at it, but after they were extinct it passed into that of Trippe, who bore for their arms, Gules, a chevron, or, between three borses heads erased, sable, bridled, collared and crined of the second; (fn. 4) and John Tripp, esq. resided here in queen Elizabeth's reign, as did his grandson Charles, who seems to have alienated it to Sir Christopher Harflete, of St. Stephen's, whose son Tho. Harflete, esq. left an only daughter and heir Afra, who carried it in marriage to John St. Leger, esq. of Doneraile, in Ireland, descended from Sir Anthony St. Leger, lord deputy of Ireland in Henry VIII.'s reign, and they joined in the alienation of it to Brook Bridges, esq of the adjoining parish of Goodneston, whose descendant Sir Brook Wm. Bridges, bart. of that place, is the present owner of it.
The MANOR OF DENE, situated in the valley, at the southern boundary of this parish, was antiently the inheritance of a family who took their surname from it, and held it by knight's service of the archbishop, in king Edward I's reign, but they seem to have been extinct here in that of king Edward III. After which it passed into the family of Hussey, who bore for their arms, Per chevron, argent and vert, three birds counterchanged; and then to Wood, before it came by sale into the family of Oxenden, who appear to have been possessed of it at the latter end of Henry VI.'s reign, about which time they had become by marriage, owners of Brook and other estates in this parish. The family of Oxenden have been resident in this county from the reign of king Edward III. Solomon Oxenden, being the first mentioned in the several pedigrees of it, whose near relation Richard Oxenden was prior of Christchurch, Canterbury, in that reign; in this name and family of Oxenden, whose arms were Argent, a chevron, gules, between three oxen, sable, armed, or; which coat was confirmed to the family by Gyan, king at arms, anno 24 Henry VI. this manor and seat continued down to Sir Henry Oxenden, of Dene, who was on May 8, 1678, created a baronet, whose youngest grandson Sir George Oxenden, bart. succeeding at length to the title on the death of his eldest brother Sir Henry, resided at Dene, where he died in 1775, having served in parliament for Sandwich, and been employed in high offices in administration, and leaving behind him the character of a compleat gentleman. He married Elizabeth, one of the daughters and coheirs of Edward Dunck, esq. of Little Wittenham, in Berkshire, by whom he had two sons, of whom George, the second, was made by will heir to the estate of Sir Basil Dixwell, bart. of Brome, on his death, s. p. and changed his name to Dixwell as enjoined by it, but died soon afterwards likewise, s. p. and that estate came at length to his eldest brother Henry, who succeeded his father in the title of Baronet. He married Margaret, daughter and coheir of Sir George Chudleigh, bart. of Devonshire, since deceased, by whom he has issue Henry Oxenden, esq. of Madekyn, in Barham, who married Mary, one of the daughters of Col. Graham, of St. Laurence, near Canterbury, by whom he has issue. Sir Henry Oxenden, bart. now resides at Brome, and is the present possessor of this manor and seat, as well as the rest of his father's estates in this parish. (fn. 5) Lady Hales, widow of Sir Thomas Pym Hales, bart. of Bekesborne, now resides in it.
TWITHAM, now usually called Twittam, is a hamlet in this parish, adjoining to Goodneston, the principal estate in which once belonged to a family of that name, one of whom Alanus de Twitham is recorded as having been with king Richard I. at the siege of Acon, in Palestine, who bore for his arms, Semee of crosscroslets, and three cinquesoils, argent, and held this estate in Twitham, of the archbishop, and they appear to have continued possessed of it in the 3d year of king Richard II. Some time after which it came into the possession of Fineux, and William Fineux sold it anno 33 Henry VIII. to Ingram Wollet, whose heirs passed it away to one of the family of Oxenden, of Wingham, in whose descendants it has continued down to Sir Henry Oxenden, bart. of Brome, the present possessor of it.
On the foundation of the college of Wingham, archbishop Peckham, in 1286, endowed the first diaconal prebend in it, which he distinguished by the name of the prebend of Twitham, with the tithes of the lands of Alanus de Twitham, which he freely held of the archbishop there in Goodwynestone, at Twytham. (fn. 6)
BROOK is an estate in this parish, situated northward from Twitham, which was formerly the estate of the Wendertons, of Wenderton, in this parish, in which it remained till by a female heir Jane, it went in marriage to Richard Oxenden, gent. of Wingham, who died in 1440, and was buried in Wingham church, in whose name and family it continued down to Henry Oxenden, of Brook, who left two daughters and coheirs, of whom Mary married Richard Oxenden, of Grays Inn, barrister-at-law, fourth son of Sir Henry Oxenden, bart, who afterwards, on his wife's becoming sole heiress of Brook, possessed it, and resided here. He left Elizabeth his sole daughter and heir, who carried it in marriage to Streynsham Master, esq. a captain in the royal navy, the eldest surviving son of James Master, esq. of East Langdon, who died some few days after his marriage; upon which she became again possessed of it in her own right, and dying in 1759, s. p. gave it by will to Henry Oxenden, esq. now Sir Henry Oxenden, bart. of Brome, and he is the present owner of it.
WENDERTON is a manor and antient seat, situated northward from Wingham church, eminent, says Philipott, for its excellent air, situation, and prospect, which for many successive generations had owners of that surname, one of whom, John de Wenderton, is mentioned in Fox's Martyrology, as one among other tenants of the manor of Wingham, on whom archbishop Courtnay, in 1390, imposed a penance for neglecting to perform some services due from that manor. In his descendants this seat continued till John Wenderton, of Wenderton, in the 1st year of Henry VIII. passed it away to archbishop Warham, who at his decease in 1533, gave it to his youngest brother John Warham, whose great-grandson John, by his will in 1609, ordered this manor to be sold, which it accordingly soon afterwards was to Manwood, from which name it was alienated, about the middle of the next reign of king Charles I. to Vincent Denne, gent. who resided here, and died in 1642, s. p. whose four nieces afterwards became by will possessed of it, and on the partition of their estates, the manor and mansion, with part of the lands since called Great Wenderton, was allotted to Mary, the youngest of them, who afterwards married Vincent Denne, sergeant-at-law, and the remaining part of it, which adjoins to them, since called Little Wenderton, to Dorothy, the third sister, afterwards married to Roger Lukin, gent. of London, who soon afterwards sold his share to Richard Oxenden, esq. of Brook, from one of which family it was sold to Underdown, by a female heir of which name, Frances, it went in marriage to John Carter, esq. of Deal, the present owner of it.
BUT GREAT WENDERTON continued in the possession of Sergeant Denne, till his death in 1693, when Dorothy, his eldest daughter and coheir, carried it in marriage to Mr. Thomas Ginder, who bore Argent, on a pale, sable, a cross fuchee, or, impaling azure, three lions heads, or; as they are on his monument. He resided at it till his death in 1716, as did his widow till her decease in 1736, when it came to her nephew Mr. Thomas Hatley, who left two daughters his coheirs, the eldest surviving of whom, Anne, carried it in marriage, first to Richard Nicholas, esq. and then successively to Mr. Smith and Mr. James Corneck, of London, and Mrs. Corneck, the widow of the latter, is the present possessor of it.
At the boundary of this parish, adjoining to Preston and Ash, lies THE MANOR OF WALMESTONE, usually called Wamston, which was antiently part of the possessions of the family of Septvans, one of whom, Robert de Septvans, held it in king Edward II.'s reign, of the archbishop; whose descendant Sir William de Septvans died possessed of it in the 25th year of that reign. (fn. 7) How long it continued in this name I have not found; but at the beginning of king Edward IV.'s reign it was become the property of William Bonington, of Canterbury, who died in 1463, and directed it by his will to be sold. After which it became, about the latter end of king Henry VIII.'s reign, the property of Walter Hendley, esq. the king's attorney-general, who left three daughters his coheirs, and they joined in the sale of it to Alday, who alienated it to Benedict Barnham, esq. alderman of London, one of whose daughters and coheirs, Elizabeth, carried it in marriage to Mervin Touchet, earl of Castlehaven, who being convicted of high crimes and misdemeanors, was executed anno 7 Charles I. Soon after which this manor seems to have been divided, and one part of it, since called Little Walmestone, in which was included the manor and part of the demesne lands, passed from his heirs to the Rev. John Smith, rector of Wickham Breaus, who having founded a scholarship at Oxford, out of the lands of it, presently afterwards sold it to Solly, of Pedding, in which name it continued till Stephen Solly, gent. of Pedding, and his two sons, John and Stephen, in 1653, joined in the conveyance of it to Thomas Winter, yeoman, of Wingham, in which name it remained for some time. At length, after some intermediate owners, it was sold to Sympson, and John Sympson, esq. of Canterbury, died possessed of it in 1748, leaving his wife surviving, who held it at her decease, upon which it came to her husband's heir-atlaw, and it is now accordingly in the possession of Mr. Richard Simpson.
BUT GREAT WALMESTONE, consisting of the mansion-house, with a greater part of the demesne lands of the manor, was passed away by the heirs of the earl of Castlehaven to Brigham, and Mr. Charles Brigham, of London, in the year 1653, sold it to William Rutland, of London, who left two daughters his coheirs, of whom Mary married John Ketch, by whom she had a sole daughter Anne, who afterwards at length became possessed of it, and carried it in marriage to Samuel Starling, gent. of Worcestershire, who in 1718, conveyed it, his only son Samuel joining in it, to Thomas Willys, esq. of London, afterwards created a baronet. After which it passed in the same manner, and in the like interests and shares, as the manor of Dargate, in Hernehill, down to Matthew, Robert and Thomas Mitchell, the trustees for the several uses to which this, among other estates belonging to the Willis's, had been limited; and they joined in the sale of it, in 1789, to Mr. William East, whose son, Mr. John East, of Wingham, is the present owner of it.
ARCHBISHOP KILWARBY intended to found a college in this church of Wingham, but resigning his archbishopric before he could put his design in practice, archbishop Peckham, his successor, in the year 1286, perfected his predecessor's design, and founded A COLLEGE in this church, for a provost, whose portion, among other premises, was the profits of this church and the vicarage of it, and six secular canons; the prebends of which he distinguished by the names of the several places from whence their respective portions arose, viz. Chilton, Pedding, Twitham, Bonnington, Ratling, and Wimlingswold. The provost's lodge, which appears by the foundation charter to have before been the parsonage, was situated adjoining to the church-yard; and the houses of the canons, at this time called Canon-row, opposite to it. These latter houses are, with their gardens and appurtenances, esteemed to be within the liberty of the town and port of Hastings, and jurisdiction of the cinque ports. This college was suppressed in the 1st year of king Edward VI. among others of the like sort, when the whole revenue of it was valued at 208l. 14s. 3½d. per annum, and 193l. 2s. 1d. clear; but Leland says, it was able to dispend at the suppression only eighty-four pounds per annum. Edward Cranmer, the last master, had at the dissolution a pension of twenty pounds per annum, which he enjoyed in 1553. (fn. 8)
After the dissolution of the college, the capital mansion, late belonging to the provost, remained in the crown till king Edward VI. in his 7th year, granted the scite of it, with the church appropriate of Wingham, and all tithes whatsoever arising within the parish, and one acre of glebe-land in it, to Sir Henry Palmer, subject to a payment of twenty pounds annually to the curate or vicar of it.
The Palmers of Wingham were descended from a very antient one at Angmerin, in Suffex, who bore for their arms, Or, two bars, gules, each charged with three tresoils of the field, in chief, a greyhound, currant, sable. In the seventh descent from Ralph Palmer, esq. of that place, in king Edward II.'s reign, was descended Sir Edward Palmer, of Angmerin, who left three sons, born on three successive Sundays, of whom John, the eldest, was of Sussex, which branch became extinct in queen Elizabeth's reign; Sir Henry, the second son, was of Wingham; and Sir Thomas, the youngest, was beheaded in queen Mary's reign. Sir Henry Palmer, the second son, having purchased the grant of the college of Wingham, as before-mentioned, made it the seat of his residence, as did his son Sir Thomas Palmer, who was sheriff anno 37 Elizabeth, and created a baronet in 1621. He so constantly resided at Wingham, that he is said to have kept sixty Christmases, without intermission, in this mansion, with great hospitality. He had three sons, each of whom were knighted. From the youngest of whom, Sir James, descended the Palmers, of Dauney, in Buckinghamshire, who upon the eldest branch becoming extinct, have succeeded to the title of baronet; and by his second wife he had Roger Palmer, earl of Castlemain. Sir Thomas Palmer, the eldest of the three brothers, died in his father's life-time, and left Sir Thomas Palmer, bart. of Wingham, heir to his grandfather; in whose descendants, baronets, of this place, this mansion, with the parsonage of Wingham appropriate, continued down to Sir Thomas Palmer, bart. of Wingham, who died possessed of it in 1723, having had three wives; by the first he had four daughters; by the second he had a son Herbert, born before marriage, and afterwards a daughter Frances; the third was Mrs. Markham, by whom he had no issue; and she afterwards married Thomas Hey, esq. whom she likewise survived. Sir Thomas Palmer, by his will, gave this seat, with the parsonage appropriate and tithes of Wingham, inter alia, after his widow's decease, to his natural son Herbert Palmer, esq. above-mentioned, who married Bethia, fourth daughter of Sir Thomas D'Aeth, bart. of Knolton. He died in 1760, s. p. and by will devised his interest in the reversion of this seat, with the parsonage, to his wife Bethia, for her life, and afterwards to his sister Mrs. Frances Palmer, in tail. But he never had possession of it, for lady Palmer furvived him, on whose death in 1763, Mrs. Bethia Palmer, his widow, became entitled to it, and afterwards married John Cosnan, esq. who died in 1773. She survived him, and resided here till her death in 1789. In the intermediate time, Mrs. Frances Palmer having barred the entail made by her natural brother Herbett above-mentioned, died, having devised the see of this estate, by her will in 1770, to the Rev. Thomas Hey, rector of Wickhambreaux, and his heirs, being the eldest son of the last lady Palmer by her last husband. Mr. Hey accordingly, on the death of Mrs. Cosnan, who died s. p. succeeded to this seat and estate. He married first Ethelreda, eldest daughter and coheir of dean Lynch, since deceased, by whom he has no surviving issue; and secondly, Mrs. Pugett, widow of Mr. Puget, of London. He now resides in this seat of Wingham college, having been created D. D. and promoted to a prebend of the church of Rochester.
Charities.
JOHN CHURCH, yeoman, of this parish, in 1604, gave 1cl. to the poor, to distribute yearly at Easter, 10s. to the poor for the interest of it.
HECTOR DU MONT, a Frenchman, born in 1632, gave the silver cup and patten for the holy communion.
SIR GEORGE OXENDEN, president for the East-India Company at Surat, in 1660, gave the velvet cushion and pulpitcloth.
JOHN RUSHBEACHER, gent. of this parish, in 1663, gave five acres of land in Woodnesborough, the rents to be annually distributed to ten of the meaner sort of people of Wingham, not receiving alms of the parish, now of the yearly value of 4l.
SIR GEORGE OXENDEN, above-mentioned, in 1682, gave 500l. for the repairing and beautifying this church, and the Dene chancel.
SIR JAMES OXENDEN, knight and baronet, of Dene, founded and endowed a school in this parish with 16l. per annum for ever, for teaching twenty poor children reading and writing, now in the patronage of Sir Henry Oxenden, bart.
RICHARD OXENDEN, esq. of Brook, in 1701, gave an annuity of 4l. for ever, to the minister, for the reading of divine service and preaching a sermon, in this church, on every Wednesday in Lent, and on Good Friday; and he at the same time gave 20s. yearly for ever, to be distributed, with the consent of the heirs of the Brook estate, to eight poor people, who should be at divine service on Easter-day, to be paid out of the lands of Brook, now vested in Sir Henry Oxenden, bart.
THOMAS PALMER, esq. of St. Dunstan's in the East, London, gave 300l for the repairing, adorning and beautifying the great chancel of this church.
MRS. ELIZABETH MASTER, esq. relict of Strensham Master, of Brook, in 1728, gave the large silver flaggon; and MRS. SYBILLA OXENDEN, spinster, of Brook, at the same time gave a large silver patten for the communion.
Besides the above benefactions, there have been several lesser ones given at different times in money, both to the poor and for the church. All which are recorded in a very handsome table in the church, on which are likewise painted the arms of the several benefactors
There are about forty poor constantly relieved, and casually twenty.
THIS PARISH is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of Bridge.
The church, which is exempt from the archdeacon, is dedicated to St. Mary. It is a handsome building, consisting of two isles and three chancels, having a slim spire steeple at the west end, in which is a peal of eight bells and a clock. The church consists of two isles and three chancels. The former appear to have been built since the reformation; the latter are much more antient. It is handsome and well built; the pillars between the isles, now cased with wood, are slender and well proportioned. The outside is remarkably beautiful in the flint-work, and the windows throughout it, were regular and handsomely disposed, superior to other churches, till later repairs destroyed their uniformity. The windows were formerly richly ornamented with painted glass, the remains of which are but small. In the south window, in old English letters, is Edward Warham, gentill . . . . of making this window . . . . and underneath the arms of Warham. In the north isle is a brass tablet for Christopher Harris, curate here, and rector of Stourmouth, obt. Nov. 24, 1719. Over the entrance from this isle into the high chancel, is carved on the partition, the Prince of Wales's badge and motto. In the south wall is a circular arch, plain, seemingly over a tomb. A monument for T. Ginder, gent. obt. 1716. In the south east window the arms of Warham. A memorial for Vincent Denne, gent. of Wenderton, obt. 1642. In the high chancel are seven stalls on each side. On the pavement are several stones, robbed of their brasses, over the provosts and religious of the college. A stone, coffin-shaped, and two crosses pomelle, with an inscription round in old French capitals, for master John de Sarestone, rector, ob. XII Kal. May MCCLXXI. Several monuments and memorials for the family of Palmer. The south chancel is called the Dene chancel, belonging to that seat, under which is a vault, in which the family of Oxenden, owners of it, are deposited. In the middle, on the pavement, is a very costly monument, having at the corners four large black oxens beads, in allusion to their name and arms. It was erected in 1682. On the four tablets on the base is an account of the family of Oxenden, beginning with Henry, who built Denehouse, and ending with Dr. Oxenden, dean of the arches, who died in 1704. There are monuments in it likewise for the Trippes. The north chancel is called the Brook chancel, as belonging to that seat, in which are monuments for the Oxendens and Masters's of this seat. This chancel is shut out from the church, and is made use of as a school-room, by which means the monuments are much desaced, and the gravestones, from the filth in it, have become wholly obliterated. On one of these stones was a brass plate, now gone, for Henry Oxenden, esq. who built Dene, obt. 1597.
Elizabeth, daughter of the marquis of Juliers, and widow of John, son of Edmund of Woodstock, earl of Kent, after being solemnly veiled a nun, quitted her prosession, and was clandestinely married to Sir Eustace de Danbrichescourt, in a chapel of the mansion-house of Robert de Brome, a canon of this collegiate church, in 1360; for which she and her husband were enjoined different kinds of penance during their lives, which is well worth the reading, for the uncommon superstitious mockery of them. (fn. 9)
At the time of the reformation, the church was partly collegiate, and partly parochial. The high chancel, separated from the rest of the church by a partition, served for the members of the college to perform their quire service in. The two isles of the church were for the parishioners, who from thence could hear the quire service; and in the north isle was a roodlost, where one of the vicars went up and read the gospel to the people. At which time, I find mention of a parish chancel likewise.
The church of Wingham formerly comprehended not only this parish, but those likewise of Ash, Goodnestone, Nonington, and Wimlingswold; but archbishop Peckham, in 1282, divided them into four distinct parochial churches, and afterwards appropriated them to his new-founded college of Wingham, with a saving to them of certain portions which the vicars of them were accustomed to receive. The profits of this church and the vicarage of it, together with the parsonage-house, being thus appropriated and allotted to the provost, as part of his portion and maintenance, the archbishop, in order that the church should be duly served, by his foundation charter, ordered, that the provost and canons should each of them keep a vicar who should constantly serve in it. In which state it continued till the suppression of the college, in the 1st year of king Edward VI. when it came, among the rest of the revenues of the college, into the hands of the crown, where this parsonage appropriate, to which was annexed, the nomination of the perpetual curate serving in this church, remained till it was granted by king Edward VI. in his 7th year, to Sir Thomas Palmer, bart. Since which it has continued in like manner, together with the scite of the college, as has been already mentioned, to the Rev. Dr. Hey, who is the present possessor of this parsonage, together with the patronage of the perpetual curacy of the church of Wingham.
In 1640 the communicants here were three hundred and sixty-one.
¶The curacy is endowed with a stipend of twenty pounds per annum, paid by the owner of the parsonage, and reserved to the curate in the original grant of the college by king Edward VI. and with four pounds per annum, being the Oxenden gift before mentioned; besides which, the stipend of the resident curate, and his successors, was increased in 1797, by a liberal benefaction made by the Rev. Dr. Hey, of one hundred pounds per annum, clear of all deductions, to be paid out of the parsonage, and of a house, garden, and piece of pasture land adjoining, for the curate's use, both which were settled by him on trustees for that purpose.
He obviously has Schizophrenia, has a very flat affect, roams around the neighborhood eating sleeping and (probably) hallucinating on this bench.
Many chronically mentally ill folks prefer to be free in the elements instead of a psych ward or in a residential situation.
Most mentally ill will not take medications even though it takes the voices away. Many schizophrenics prefer the hallucinations since they keep them company, offer advice and basically guides them through life .
Astor Place
East Village
ManHatTan
Photography’s new conscience
Age-related macular degeneration, is a medical condition that usually affects older adults and results in a loss of vision in the center of the visual field (the macula) because of damage to the retina. It occurs in "dry" and "wet" forms. It is a major cause of blindness and visual impairment in older adults (>50 years), afflicting 30-50 million people globally. Macular degeneration can make it difficult or impossible to read or recognise faces, although enough peripheral vision remains to allow other activities of daily life.
Although some macular dystrophies affecting younger individuals are sometimes rarely referred to as macular degeneration, the term generally refers to age-related macular degeneration (AMD or ARMD).
The retina is a network of visual receptors and nerves. It lies on the choroid, a network of blood vessels that supply the retina with blood.
In the dry (nonexudative) form, cellular debris called drusen accumulates between the retina and the choroid, causing atrophy and scarring to the retina. In the wet (exudative) form, which is more severe, blood vessels grow up from the choroid behind the retina which can leak exudate and fluid and also cause hemorrhaging. It can be treated with laser coagulation, and more commonly with medication that stops and sometimes reverses the growth of blood vessels.
AMD is the leading cause of visual impairment in the UK, affecting up to 500,000 people to some degree.
For reasons that are unclear, AMD tends to be more common in women than men. It is also more common in white people and people of Chinese ethnicity than people from other ethnic groups.
As would be expected by its name, age is one of the most important risk factors for AMD. The condition is most common in people over 50 and it's estimated that one in every 10 people over 65 have some degree of AMD.
www.nhs.uk/conditions/Macular-degeneration/Pages/Introduc...
Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there…to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out “who you are” or “who you want to become”.
The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create “who you are”, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most emotional and important ones.
Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul.
Meet our Aapa "SoulTouch..." (Sultana Tabassum Farooqi) An inspiration for many with wonderful experience of life and love, her smile really bring butterflies in the air... Still enjoying the beauties of the daily life and bringing the brighter side of life to many.
Her Love filled Stream: www.flickr.com/photos/aramish/
Taken: Sultana Aapa collecting Pine Cones at URDP Park, Ban, Galyat, Punjab.
Bus : Mercedes-Benz Citaro C2 NGT
Mise en Service : 03/2016
Affectation : 91.06B
Dépôt : Marcoussis
Réseau : Albatrans (Les Cars d'Orsay)
Assez vu. La vision s'est rencontrée à tous les airs.
Assez eu. Rumeurs des villes, le soir, et au soleil, et toujours.
Assez connu. Les arrêts de la vie.
- Ô Rumeurs et Visions !Départ dans l'affection et le bruit neufs !
Arthur Rimbaud
Tout est flou dans ma tête
les couleurs et les idées
se bousculent dans l'espace
l'univers s'accélère
Je n'arrive pas à suivre
Je voudrais comprendre
l'art et les pensées
tournent à grande vitesse
La vision s'est rencontrée à tous les airs
Rumeurs et Visions
Départ dans l'affection
Visions
Suivre
Comprendre
Replace Social with Affective. Social exists in the space between teaching and emotional. My suggestion after attending a #congressh session on blended learning and reading the supporting articles.
Based on Garrison, D. R., Anderson, T., & Archer, W. (2000). Critical inquiry in a text-based environment: Computer conferencing in higher education. The Internet and Higher Education, 2, 1–19.
Informed by Emotional Presence, Learning, and the Online Learning Environment
Was outside shoveling snow yesterday in the late afternoon. Noticed that there was more light in the sky at a point when it would have been completely dark back in December. Seems we've finally turned the corner and are beginning to pull away from the darkest part of the year here in the northern hemisphere. It's a huge psychological boost for me. While I live for the darkness and gloom to capture these photos, at heart I have a summer mentality.
Usually, as kitten grow out, the mother keeps distances to them. Here, the mother (B & W) continued with very nice affective bonding, so they remain together, even the "kitten" are now 6 or 7 years old !
Another amazing trait of the mother, is that she is now very playful (ping pong balls, ...) even as she was found abandonned seven years ago, she diden't know how to play. She learned from her kitten.
DDA didn't really affect the Lilford Traveller fleet, as agreement was reached with schools to continue using step entrance vehicles. One college however required a low floor vehicle as part of the council tendering and a Scania was sourced that had been used as a demonstrator. Not the greatest of buys (It had been stood for months prior to purchase), it was rushed into service and has been beset with problems. A MAN A95 / Gemilang demonstrator has been taken on extended loan to cover the contract and provide extra capacity on Private Hire work where two coaches would usually be used. The bus is seen in the company yard prior to entering service, looking smart in its demo livery.
Affectation insolite en ce samedi, un MAN Lion’s City A23 CNG 4 porte se promène sur la Lianes 10.
Modèle : MAN Lion’s City A23 CNG
Numéro de parc : 1894
Immatriculation : FJ-245-MJ
Mise en service : août 2019
Exploitant : Keolis Bordeaux Métropole
Réseau : TBM
Ligne : Lianes 10
Destination : GRADIGNAN Beausoleil
Lieu : BORDEAUX Gare-St-Jean
Infos complémentaires : WMAA23ZZ7KF010402
The first time I saw a phrenology bust I was captivated by it's stark appearance and the tidy grid that sectioned it's smooth white landscape. The 19th century pseudoscience of phrenology claimed to have determined that one's personality traits were expressed in the shape of one's brain, and were revealed in the contours of one's skull. They charted out sections of the skull, and attributed certain behavioral aspects to specific areas, and then made predictions about one's personality–for better or for worse. Phrenology eventually fell by the wayside under the scrutiny of the scientific method, but it's general concept was influential to developments in neuroscience.
The concept of the brain shaping the skull, or more generally, of a vessel being shaped by its contents may seem simple, but under examination it is quite profound. We tend to think, instead, in terms of contents conforming to the shape of their vessel - water in a pitcher, sand in an hourglass, air in a balloon. But these are images of stasis and control. Is it the brain pressing outward that determines the shape of the skull, or the skull that allows the brain to fill it, or is this a dynamic relationship? I don't know, but the metaphor is rich. The brain in its skull, like a voluta snail in its shell, fit each other in a perfect harmony. Like a hand in a glove, there are no gaps. Our bodies, in their entirety, are the vessels for our selves; this is where we draw the distinction of self from other. What if we were to zoom out and imagine the world external to ourselves as a vessel that carries us through time? We are in it, contained in it, a portion, but not the whole. There are no gaps. In this dynamic system, it naturally follows that who we are, our thoughts, our actions are all influenced by our very specific circumstances, and in turn, our behaviors have reciprocal influence on the vessel which is our reality.
Someone asked me recently how I was expressing myself, in light of the difficult experiences I am currently going through, in my art. Perhaps these self portraits are one way. When I look at these photos I see my stark bald head, and it is a shocking thing to me. I could not have imagined myself appearing this way. It captivates me. Does the shape of my skull reveal tell-tale signs about my ideality, suavity or combativeness? No, but to the viewer, it does indicate something. Women so rarely sport a bald head, and when they do we are likely to presume it's either an act of counter-cultural expression or the result of a health catastrophe. I frequently wonder what comes to mind–not so much what it is that people think is the cause for my absence of hair, but rather what feeling it invokes in them. Is it unsettling? Does it induce subconscious fear, or sympathy? By simply looking this way I influence the world around me, and its reaction to me affects me in return.
This is a theme that surfaces in my life again and again, and I think taking it to it's every conclusion, it can teach us about the enormity of our role in the world with even the smallest of actions. Here I find myself saying that I would never have willingly chosen this look for myself, and I tell myself that I didn't choose cancer, that it chose me. And this is in many ways true, and yet, these are my circumstances, and in enduring them and embracing them, filling in all the gaps that might otherwise be occupied by denial or something worse, I shape them as they shape me. That, is my phrenology.
Affecté à la traverse Sorel-Tracy – Saint-Ignace-de-Loyola, le NM Catherine-Legardeur porte le nom de l'épouse de Pierre de Saurel, premier seigneur de Saurel et capitaine dans le régiment Carignan-Salières. Décédée en 1732 à Sorel, Catherine Legardeur est vue, avec son époux, comme une des personnes fondatrices de la ville.
©David Rothwell Photography All Rights Reserved. Please do not use any of my images/digital data without my written permission. 2014
Please also REFRAIN FROM POSTING YOUR OWN IMAGES within my Photostream. I consider this rude and unwelcome. Posting an image of your own within my stream will not encourage me to visit / award, but will in fact have the complete opposite affect. Persistent offenders will simply be blocked.
Modèle / Model : Peugeot Expert II
Affectation / Assignment : Gendarmerie Nationale, Gendarmerie Départementale, Escadron Départemental de Sécurité Routière (EDSR), Peloton d'Autoroute (PA) / National Gendarmerie, Departmental Gendarmerie, Departmental Squadron of Road Safety
Fonction / Function : Véhicule grande capacité / High capacity vehicle
Mise en service / Commissioning : Août 2016 / August 2016
Équipementier / Maker : Durisotti
Bien souvent affectés sur la Lianes 3, les MAN Lion’s City A23 CNG 14xx peuvent néanmoins circuler sur d’autres lignes afin de combler le manque de bus.
Modèle : MAN Lion’s City A 23 CNG €6
Numéro de parc : 1423
Immatriculation : DR-229-AX
Exploitant : Keolis Bordeaux Métropole
Réseau : Transport Bordeaux Métropole
Ligne : Lianes 2
Destination : BORDEAUX Quinconces
Lieu : BORDEAUX Gambetta.
Infos complémentaires : WMAA23ZZ4FR015044
Now that we have discovered how to see the infinitely small and the infinitely large, Teilhard stressed the need to learn to see another, third dimension, the infinitely complex, that affects the interstructuring of all things, of all events, people, processes, and relationships today—a different understanding that relates well to contemporary complexity theory.
-Christ in All Things Exploring Spirituality with Teilhard de Chardin Revised Edition Ursula King
Modèle / Model : Renault Midlum 240
Affectation / Assignment : Service Départemental d'Incendie et de Secours de l'Oise (SDIS 60) / Departmental Fire and Rescue Service of Oise
Caserne / Fire station : Centre de Secours (CS) de Mouy / Center of Rescue of Mouy
Fonction / Function : Camion Citerne Feu de Forêt (CCF) / Forest Fire Tanker Truck
Mise en service / Commissioning : 2008
Ré-immatriculation / Re-registration : Novembre 2012 / November 2012
Équipementier / Maker : Sides
Événement / Event : Journée Porte Ouverte du Centre de Secours de Mouy (60) / Open Day of the Center of Rescue of Mouy
L'apparition médiumnique
Très affecté par la mort de sa jeune compagne Kathleen Newton due à la tuberculose, en novembre 1882, James Tissot fait appel au médium anglais William Eglinton pour communiquer avec elle dans l'au-delà. Il a reproduit sur toile la séance avec le médium au cours de laquelle il aurait vu apparaître deux formes (des esprits), l'une masculine et l'autre féminine, celle de Kathleen, dont les mains émettaient une lumière vive qui éclairait leurs faces. (extrait de l'ouvrage de John S. Farmer sur la vie et l'oeuvre de W. Eglinton, 1886, cité dans l'exposition).
Oeuvre de James Tissot
1885
Huile sur toile
Ysabel Monnier Collection
Oeuvre présentée dans l'exposition "James Tissot. L'ambigu moderne" au Musée d'Orsay à Paris
m.musee-orsay.fr/fr/expositions/article/james-tissot-4997...
Commissaires
Marine Kisiel, conservatrice au musée d'Orsay
Melissa E. Buron, Director, Art Division at the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco
Paul Perrin, conservateur au musée d'Orsay
Cyrille Sciama, directeur général du musée des impressionnismes Giverny
Happy Labor Day to all and may you have a happy, relaxing and safe weekend. This being Labor Day weekend; those who know me, know I can’t let it slip by without talking about labor Issues. This topic affects millions of Americans every week. Many are too intimidated, too ashamed of the stigma and afraid of losing their means of support, to speak out. Folks I’m talking about Workplace Mobbing.
Here in Yosemite National Park (like many large staffed workplaces) the perpetrators are given a free pass. You see Yosemite’s Superintendent and his Office is not held accountable. After three requests from the Department of the Interior, they still didn’t respond; folks this is called plausible deniability. Our government has it perfected. I’ve gone to the Superintendents office requesting to address the Toxic work and living environment here in Yosemite. I was met by a woman who wouldn’t tell me her last name, while an armed Law Enforcement Officer worked his way behind me. He stood there the whole time in an attempt to intimidate me. This after the Chairmen of our Oversite Committee said Yosemite was TOXIC, over three years ago.
If you would indulge me; take a few minutes and follow me through a workday here in Yosemite National Park:
I’ll start with about 2-3 hours’ sleep; you see my neighbors are allowed to slam doors, stomp down the hall, at my door and anything else to make enough noise; to harass and keep me sleep deprived. (I work and live here so I get the harassment at home too). I get to work and I have 1 or 2 employees blocking me at the time clock. They take their time to clock in, I try but the time clock rejects me because management didn’t put me I the computer (I’ve been here almost 10 years). I have to find a manager to clock in; this causes me to be late and we are paid right to the minute. I wonder how much payroll is saved by thousands of employees being screwed out of a few minutes each day? As I walk through my work area I am blocked repeatedly by the 20 something crowd. If I get to close to someone there’s a good chance I’m elbowed. I walk around looking for the equipment I need to perform my daily task; it is hidden by my coworkers. I go through the day doing my assigned duties, often to repeat them because of my coworkers. As I go to take items to certain areas; my coworkers will lock doors so I can’t go through. These are doors meant to be unlocked and are, until I need to go through them. I go to take my first break and am mobbed by obnoxious coworkers; to deprive me of any piece and relaxation. If I’m outside; I’m mobbed by smokers. They don’t care if they expose our guest and children; as long as my lungs are filled with second hand smoke.
I go back in my building, start picking up after my coworkers again. I walk to my equipment room and am blocked by a cart that is intentionally placed in an aisle; there’s a coworker blocking the little area left for me to walk through (remember; if I get to close I could get elbowed). I get to my equipment room to be intentionally crowded by a coworker. This person will do everything they can to get in my way as I try to gather what I need.
I go to take my lunch break and someone has tampered with my lunch. I toss it in the trash and go without. I try to find a place where I can chill for just a few minutes; I can’t because my coworkers are mobbing me with loud obnoxious vulgar language, and yes, throw in a couple smokers getting in my face. I could be talking with guest, helping someone, it doesn’t matter as long as it harasses me. Guest with children are cringing at the obscenities, but that’s excitable here in Yosemite National Park; as long as it affects their target.
Now it’s afternoon, the family facility that I’m in is playing RAP music. This music spewing out obscenities to include the F, MF and N word. This rap music plays for 4 hours, over the music system for that facility. I have nothing against what someone does in the privacy of their home, but a place with toddlers is not it. Over 2 years ago I questioned one of our extremely unethical Human Resource managers, about this same thing. She was offended because I called it F music (I said F music and didn’t actually say the F word), she belittled me about my military service connected disabilities and relieved me from work for 2 weeks. I informed 2 senior managers; one said if I’m not happy I should move. I’ve tried to ask Yosemite’s Superintendent about this, but remember folks; I’m not allowed to talk with him. And, if I did; he doesn’t have to answer the hard questions, remember plausible deniability. But, Mr. Superintendent, what do I tell the father that asked me why we are playing such music? I profusely apologized to man, told him that I’ve addressed it many times; he and his family left. I finish my afternoon redoing things, I go to clock out and there is equipment blocking the time clock. I step out the building having to walk through a cloud of smoke from coworkers.
I head for home, get to the parking lot to my building; the neighbors from my building and other employees from one of our hotels rushes to the front of my building to light up and fill the air with smoke, for me to walk through. I step into the building; a woman rushes out of her room with a dog, the dog barking they both block me. I make it to my room, set down, take off my boots and try to relax. As I get a moment to myself; my neighbors start stomping pass my room, with a louder stomp right at my door, some will even hit my wall as they pass. This goes on all day and night. I hear someone slapping on the floor, then a dog barking right outside my door. It’s the woman living across the hall slapping the floor, making the other woman’s dog bark right outside my room. There are 2 other women standing there laughing. One long day there seemed to be urine right outside my door, beside my door mat. But, remember folks this is Yosemite National Park; using urine and feces are acceptable forms of harassment.
I need to do laundry, take a deep breath because I know what I’m in store for. I gather my laundry and soap, head to the laundry room. One of the red head perps comes from that area. I get in the laundry room and both washers are open (rare). I look into the bottom of both and one has a fresh chocolate bar broken into piece and partially hidden under the edge of the agitator; this was meant for me. I’m lucky it was just chocolate. I take the pieces out, place them in the trash just outside the laundry room; having a housing staff member give me a big smirk. I place my clothes in both washers and head back to my room.
I wait for my clothes to finish washing, then go back to put one load in the dryer (one washer takes about 30 min longer than the other). I go to put my clothes in the dryer; I’m blocked by a guy from the end of the hall. He steps right in front of me, cuts me off as he goes into the kitchen and causes me to stop in place. I put one load in a dryer, stepped out of the laundry room to have 2 housing staff completely blocking the hallway. I then have one of my neighbors step out of her room right in front of me, again causing me to stop. I head back to my room and wait for the other washer to finish.
I head back to put the other load in the dryer. Once I do, I head back to my room, the guy that cut me off earlier tries to do the same. I go to get the fist load out of the dryer and as I am; another perp that lives across the hall comes in the small laundry room to crowd me. Yep, she’s one of the designated laundry room crowders. I take my clothes from the dryers, check the other load, still a bit damp, so I leave it set for 20 more minutes and head back to my room. I go back 15 minutes later; the dryer is stopped at 5 minutes before finish and my clothes were as damp as when I left them. I reset the dryer and sat on top of it to wait until it finished. While I was waiting; the perp across the hall comes in and give me a big smirk. These perps know when my clothes will finish washing and drying, they will wait and set up to harass me and pull their skits. I go back to my room, finish folding my clothes as my neighbors and many that don’t live in my building, stomp pass my room, go into the kitchen slam pans against counters and sinks to make as much noise as possible. They will walk pass my room blurting out innuendos like “CRAZY and INSANE”. This is done day and night.
Oh, I almost forgot; because I stood up for myself, last week I had a woman go off on me screaming in the hallway, . She screamed I needed help, told me to F off, then screams for me to DIE, DIE, DIE. No biggie folks, this happens at work too.
There are many great and dedicated people here in Yosemite, but many don’t see the human trash that takes away from their dedication. This trash is allowed to roam the park freely and harass as they seem fit. This is done without consequence and impunity. This type of behavior has become all to common in the workplace and our neighborhoods. I spent almost 10 years in the Army. I did live recons and was awarded medals for gathering information. I received 12 medals, the Matrious Service Medal and was awarded Noncommissioned Officer of the Year. But, I Document and tell the TRUTH about what goes on here in Yosemite and am retaliated and discredited for it.
We have men and women sacrificing their lives for this nation. We lost 2 Firefighters and 19 injured, recently to the Ferguson Fire. We have men and women serving this country in many capacities. These men, women and their families make many sacrifices to try and make this a better nation. Even with their sacrifices we are becoming a nation of unethical dimwits that need the center of attention to fill their egos.
Being here almost 10 years. I’ve yet to find someone with the courage, morals and ethics to put a stop to the toxic and illegal behavior, here in Yosemite National Park. If I ever do, you will be the first to know. For those of you that mat wonder why I don’t just leave? I was taught to stand up for what I believe in. What is happening in Yosemite National Park WRONG and much of it illegal. I will continue to stand up to this TOXIC INCOMPIDENCE.
• The truth about Yosemite: www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/Yosemite-Chief-Retiring-Ami...
Put on a good pair of headphones and take a listen to a small portion of what happens to whistleblowers in America, in our National Parks
Thank you for visiting my photostream and have a safe weekend.....
I don't think this is a good macro, however I have uploaded it because I think it might be a Harlequin, see text below;
Why should we be concerned about the arrival of the harlequin ladybird?
Threat to wildlife -
Harlequin ladybirds can seriously affect native ladybird species
•Harlequin ladybirds are very effective aphid predators and have a wider food range and habitat than most other aphid predators (such as the 7-spot ladybird) and so easily out-compete them.
•Harlequin ladybirds do not have a requirement for a dormant period before they can reproduce, as some ladybirds have (e.g. 7-spot and eyed ladybirds), and so have a longer reproductive period than most other species. In 2004 in London, harlequin ladybird larvae were found still feeding in late October, long after all the native species had sought overwintering sites.
•When aphids are scarce, harlequin ladybirds consume other prey including ladybird eggs, larvae and pupae, butterfly and moth eggs and caterpillars.
•Harlequin ladybirds can disperse rapidly over long distances and so have the potential for rapid geographic expansion.
Problem to humans -
Harlequin ladybirds have a tendency to aggregate in buildings in large numbers during autumn and winter.
•Many people find harlequin ladybirds a nuisance in the house, and do not wish to share their home with a few tens of thousands of harlequins
•As a defence mechanism many ladybird species exude a yellow fluid (called reflex blood) which has an unpleasant acrid smell, and which can stain soft furnishings
•When hungry, harlequin ladybirds will bite humans in their search for something edible. Ladybirds in houses, woken from dormancy by central heating, may bite people as there is no food available. The bites usually produce a small bump and sting slightly. There are a few documented cases of people having a severe allergic reaction to harlequin ladybirds.
Harlequin ladybirds damage soft fruit
•In late summer, when harlequin ladybirds are feeding up for the winter, they will seek ripe fruit and suck the juice from it to gain sugar. They thereby cause blemishes on late summer ripening fruits, such as pears, and reduce the value of the crop.
Harlequin ladybirds are also particularly fond of grapes, and wineries are finding large numbers in the grape harvest. These are difficult to separate from the grapes before pressing, and the defensive chemicals (reflex blood) produced by the ladybirds taint the wine.
Thanks to Paul Fowler for the alert.
Normalement affecté à la 341, ce MAN Hybrid se promène sur la ligne 32.
Modèle : MAN Lion's City A37 Hybrid
Numéro de parc : 4125
Immatriculation : EG-603-XR
Mise en service : novembre 2016
Exploitant : RATP
Réseau : RATP
Ligne : 32
Destination : Porte d'Auteuil
Lieu : Paris Est, Boulevard de Strasbourg
Infos complémentaires : WMAA37ZZ6HR017272
Same daisy...same cup as my last shots. Different light again.
Hope everyone is having a fantastic weekend :)
Affecté sur des scolaires, ce Lion's Intercity profite des grandes vacances scolaires pour se reposer.
Modèle : MAN Lion's Intercity C R62
Numéro de parc : 7017
Immatriculation : FJ-894-HW
Mise en service : août 2019
Exploitant : Citram Aquitaine
Lieu : LIBOURNE Gare Routière
Infos complémentaires : WMAR62ZZ9KT031805
Bus : Solaris Urbino 12 III Hybride
Mise en service : 06/2010
Affectation : C
Dépôt : Coulommiers
Réseau : Coul'Bus (Darche Gros)
Well... I'm always fashionably late; Halloween was two days ago :P
No photoshop used.
Effect: 1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGVLM2i9n6o/SV7Y51nhw_I/AAAAAAAABRA/w-...
Inspired by: www.flickr.com/photos/74louloute/5105617353/in/faves-4459...
Every single year a small group of Large Poppies (Corn Poppies) grow on the side of our road. It must be a special wildlife spot; in early spring Daffodils grow there, autumn, Fungi does! Intriguing! I used the full 300mm on the 300mm lens, wind was involved when the grass is so thin. As you know you get blurred affect in different ways. I did have sun for a short time which is why I bothered but it was close to sunset. Seal, Kent. #30daysWild (Thanks to all those who fav the photo, really appreciated!)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BupbWHRkP7s
Tania attendait le retour du nouveau prince vampire. Car maintenant que l’ombre avait gagné, la voleuse d’âmes savait que Jakob qu’elle convoitait depuis un moment, serait tout à elle. Abandonné par Marie, il ne pourrait que chercher l’affection auprès de la seule femme séduisante du royaume maléfique. Et cette femme, c’était elle.
Et puis, elle avait des questions à lui poser. Comment avait-il fait pour revenir dans ce monde alors qu’elle l’avait croisé dans un autre et qu’il l’avait vaincue ainsi que ses comparses. Si les maléfiques pouvaient voyager d’une époque à une autre et d’un univers à l’autre y compris quand ils étaient vaincus, les elfes fées n’étaient pas doués d’un pouvoir suffisant pour faire de même.
La jeune femme était prudente ; peut-être cet être étrange et fascinant disposait-il de pouvoirs spéciaux en lien avec l’anneau de feu. Des pouvoirs qui justement, dépassaient la notion de bien et de mal et permettaient de cumuler les pouvoirs féeriques et maléfiques.
Lorsqu’elle vit la silhouette du vampire blond apparaître, elle sourit avec ironie. Il paraissait triste, désespéré et humilié. Allons...elle se sentait l’âme d’une infirmière...elle saurait bientôt lui faire oublier cette petite sotte de Marie. Elle s’avança à sa rencontre et d’un air canaille lui dit :
Ma foi ! Pour venir de province,
Le tour n'est pas trop mal, oui-dà !
Et le mérite n'est pas mince
De débuter comme cela !
Vous avez perdu la partie,
Payez sans maudire le sort
Et dites-vous qu'en cette vie
Il n'est pire eau que l'eau qui dort.
Ah ! Ah !... Vrai ! Je m'en veux de rire
Quand je devrais y compatir,
Mais de voir un homme souffrir,
Lorsqu'on est femme, on a beau dire,
Ça fait toujours un peu plaisir !
Vous aurez une vicomtesse
Digne de vous, sans contredit,
Au prestige de la noblesse
Ajoutons celui de l'esprit !
Vous aviez peur qu'elle fût bête !
D'avance elle vous donna tort
En tournant prestement la tête
D'un homme qui se croit si fort !..
Ah ! Ah !... Vrai ! Je m'en veux de rire
Quand je devrais y compatir,
Mais de voir un homme souffrir,
Lorsqu'on est femme, on a beau dire,
Ça fait toujours un peu plaisir !
- Taisez-vous, Tania ! Vous ne savez pas ce que vous dites, la coupa Jakob sèchement. Vous ne comprenez pas que Marie est bien plus digne d’amour que toutes les femmes de la féerie et des royaumes de l’ombre réunies. Elle est humaine, certes. Mais elle sait que la véritable affection n’est pas dans l’illusion ni les apparences. Mais dans l’élan simple des coeurs et des âmes. Elle le sait depuis toujours et bien mieux que moi...C’est pourquoi je dois me rendre digne d’elle.
- Digne d’elle ? Mais quelle absurdité, par tous les diables ! Vous avez l’occasion unique et merveilleuse d’être à présent le souverain des mondes obscurs et vous voulez continuer à courir après cette petite dinde ridicule dont la famille est alliée depuis toujours à nos ennemis?
- Marie est loin d’être ce que vous dites. Je l’aime. Et elle m’aime aussi.
- Si elle vous aimait réellement, elle serait près de vous.
- Marie a toujours détesté les honneurs. Même ceux de la féerie ne l’intéressent pas. Elle préfère vivre à l’écart loin de tout ce qui ressemble à la vie de cour, de pouvoir et d’argent. Et je ne saurais l’en blâmer. J’ai vu à quel point le pouvoir et l’argent ont corrompu des âmes. Et je ne veux pas leur ressembler.
Mieux, je ne veux pas rester vampire. Cet état ne m’intéresse absolument pas. Même par amitié pour Ulf. Si le baiser que j’ai donné à Marie m’a transformé en être maléfique, il peut peut-être aussi me ramener à mon ancien état. Parce que contrairement à vous, je ne suis pas dans la haine ni dans le besoin de dominer, de tuer, de contrôler. Alors je dois pouvoir inverser ce sortilège. Et c’est ce que je souhaite de toute mon âme. Je ne fais pas partie de votre clan, voleuse d’âmes. Et je ne serai jamais vôtre. Jamais, hurla-t-il !
Vexée et goguenarde, Tania tourna les talons mais finit par répliquer en quittant les arènes :
- Vous dites cela aujourd’hui, prince, parce que vous êtes blessé et amer. Mais bientôt, vous aimerez votre nouvelle nature, en apprécierez tous les avantages. Qui d’ailleurs n’aimerait pas contrôler, mordre, tuer, jouir et vampiriser humains et êtres féeriques, s’abreuver à leur sang, à leur source de vie ? Je ne connais aucun être maléfique qui n’aimerait pas être à votre place. Et Oswald vous a laissé tous ses pouvoirs en cadeaux. Vous cumulerez ceux d’Abélard et de vos différents adversaires. Une fort jolie dot pour un être féerique passé du côté obscur de la force. Vous pourrez vous amuser à les tester ces dons, comme de nouveaux jouets. Et un jour prochain, parce que vous aurez épuisé tous les plaisirs de ces nouveaux pouvoirs et de la gloire et de la puissance qui y sont attachées, vous viendrez comme un chien quémander des caresses de ma part, je vous le promets, Roméo . D’ici là, vous aurez peut-être besoin d’une nuit noire de l’âme pour comprendre avec sagesse qu’il faut tirer un trait sur le passé, si tendre et réjouissant était-il. La comtesse de Kalamine n’était pas destinée à être votre épouse, cela s’est vérifié par la preuve éclatante du choix qu’elle a fait non pas pour vous mais contre vous, conclut-elle avec malice.
- Silence, prophétesse de malheur ! Et hors de ma vue ! Sinon, c’est vous qui serez ma première victime. Et je doute fort que vous appréciez ce genre de traitement dit Jakob en lui montrant ses crocs acérés.
La voleuse d’âmes fronça les sourcils en grimaçant, et se rappelant brusquement la façon dont l’elfe fée l’avait fait disparaître dans l’église, elle se dépêcha de sortir. Elle n’avait pas envie d’irriter le vampire tout de suite. Juste lui retirer l’envie de sa rivale. Pour mieux se l’accaparer. Il était encore trop tôt pour se glisser dans la place chaude et douillette dont bénéficiait Marie, mais Tania se promettait monts et merveilles avec le jeune homme. Et elle se disait qu’elle ferait en sorte qu’il ne puisse plus se passer d’elle.
La première chose qui se réveillait chez un vampire nouvellement créé était la faim du sang. Faim qui ouvrait d’autres appétits : de pouvoir, de puissance, de sensualité, de meurtre. Tania n’aurait qu’à attendre le moment bascule. Celui qui lui donnerait accès à l’âme sombre du prince vampire : lorsque la conscience dont il faisait encore preuve, disparaîtrait pour n’être plus qu’instinct primordial.
En attendant, la maléfique préférait se mettre à l’abri, le temps que le prince apprivoise sa nouvelle nature. Et quoi de mieux que son bel appartement scintillant de mica, creusé dans le granit rose de la forêt des ombres ? Discrètement, elle déposa sa carte et son adresse à l’attention de Jakob dans un énorme coquillage et disparut dans un nuage irisé. Ne laissant d’elle qu’un peu de parfum capiteux et quelques sequins argentés.
Resté seul, Jakob contempla Oswald, Abélard et toutes les créatures maléfiques endormies définitivement et se pétrifiant progressivement avant d’exploser en nuage de cendres, aussitôt balayées par un vent tournoyant, chargé d’éliminer la saleté des arènes. Les strapontins et fauteuils étaient presque vides à certains endroits. Et le lieu, déjà impressionnant, paraissait encore plus immense et désolé qu’auparavant.
- C’est simple, se dit le jeune homme. C’est comme si progressivement, j’absorbais leurs pouvoirs et leurs magies sans même l’avoir souhaité. J’ai l’impression d’intégrer des tas de choses que j’ignorais auparavant et qui m’ouvrent des compréhensions des forces maléfiques comme jamais cela n’a été possible. Finalement, cette transformation est peut-être une chance…
- Oui, d’une certaine façon, c’est une chance de faire la paix entre la féerie et le monde maléfique. Car qui peut le mal peut le bien aussi, murmura une voix profonde tout près de lui.
Jakob sursauta.
- Qui donc me parle ?
- Tu ne me reconnais pas ? Je t’ai pourtant formé et accompagné depuis que tu es fiancé et époux de Marie.
- Vous êtes...l’ange de l’anneau ? Mais votre voix n’a plus la même tessiture...que s’est-il passé ?
- Tu n’es plus sur la même fréquence vibratoire pour m’entendre comme tu le faisais avant. Mais je ne te laisserai pas seul. Jakob, profite de ce nouveau statut pour continuer d’apprendre et amener la paix dans ce royaume.
- Je voudrais bien, mais comment ? Oswald a détruit le miroir d’Amédée et je ne sais que faire sans Marie à mes côtés.
L’ange sourit.
- Marie et toi n’êtes pas séparés. Vous êtes unis et présents l’un à l’autre dans le silence, d’âme à âme. Elle est une part de toi et tu es une part d’elle où que vous soyez et quoi que vous fassiez. Votre union n’est pas remise en cause par ta métamorphose. Mais vous devez cheminer chacun séparément pour devenir autonome, ne pas rester dans la dépendance amoureuse qui deviendrait toxique et vous maintiendrait l’un comme l’autre dans la procrastination en l’absence d’un des deux. Chacun de vous a une tâche à accomplir que personne d’autre ne peut faire à sa place. En ce qui te concerne, tu dois te servir de l’anneau de feu pour réaliser l’harmonie entre le monde féerique et maléfique. Car l’ombre et la lumière se complètent, travaillent ensemble et comme Marie et toi, elles sont inséparables. Et chacun de vous doit accepter cela pour pouvoir vivre et régner ensemble de façon juste et équitable avec l’anneau. Trop de lumière et de chaleur écrase l’ombre et détruit progressivement tout ce qui participe à la vie. Et trop d’ombres étouffe progressivement tout ce qui permet à la vie de s’épanouir. Pour vivre et croître de façon harmonieuse, il faut un peu des deux ensemble et en alternance. L’ombre apporte la fraîcheur, le repos, maintient des zones humides nécessaires à la vie et au bien-être de tous. La lumière donne les couleurs et l’éclat, l’espoir et les vitamines qu’il faut aux êtres pour assurer leurs mouvements et leurs projets. Elle permet de se présenter sans masque, sans faux semblant.
Tu avais commencé à apprivoiser tes ombres à la tour d’Oswald. Ici, tu dois ramener ta part de lumière pour éclaircir, équilibrer, purifier et harmoniser ce qui doit l’être. Prends cette nouvelle étape comme un miroir inversé. Quand tu étais dans la lumière, tu devais travailler tes ombres. A présent, amène la lumière dans l’ombre et je te promets que tu pourras plus rapidement retrouver Marie.
- Mais je suis un vampire...comment pourrai-je trouver grâce à ses yeux à présent ?
- Marie sait qui tu es par delà les apparences. Et elle t’aime non pas pour ce que tu montres mais pour qui tu es véritablement.
- Mais...je ne sais plus qui je suis, ange de l’anneau. J’ai changé tellement de figure depuis mon départ de la Vallée Heureuse. Et j’ai dû changer de nom aussi...sans même pouvoir m’y opposer.
Depuis que je suis ici, j’ai encore endossé un autre visage, une autre identité. Et je me retrouve depuis ma victoire sur Sadia à intégrer des pouvoirs et des énergies dont je n’avais aucune idée ni aucune compréhension jusque-là. Je suis à la fois émerveillé par ces prodiges mais aussi complètement perdu…
- C’est pourquoi je suis venu te retrouver. Dans cette confusion, dans cette gloire qui tombe sur toi comme un manteau de pourpre, tu dois démêler le vrai du faux. Tu as certes vaincu Oswald et tes adversaires. Mais l’ombre maléfique a gagné un nouveau prince. Et ce prince désormais, c’est toi. Toi qui pourtant viens de la lumière et n’étais pas destiné à devenir souverain maléfique.
Alors tu as deux solutions, Jakob : soit tu endosses ce rôle comme une seconde peau et tu te prends au jeu du pouvoir, de l’argent et du contrôle. Soit tu choisis la lumière et tu tentes d’apaiser en douceur avec les principes féeriques et maléfiques que tu connais,ce mal qui ronge et détruit toute forme d’élévation et d’équilibre intérieur. L’anneau devrait t’y aider si tu le lui demandes. Mais c’est un chemin d’efforts et de travail…
Le jeune homme soupira et resta silencieux. Il se sentait épuisé. Et comme écrasé par une ombre étrange et menaçante placée au-dessus de lui. Si son âme comprenait bien la manipulation maléfique qui se jouait sur sa personne comme un marionnettiste le fait avec un pantin, son esprit tourmenté et égaré par tous ces changements refusait la proposition qui lui était faite. Tout ce qu’il voulait à présent, c’était juste un peu de paix. Dormir, oublier cette nuit affreuse, cette métamorphose qui le faisait monstre sanguinaire en lui faisant comprendre tant de noirceurs maléfiques et d’errances qu’il en était comme grisé par un mauvais alcool. D’ailleurs, la tête lui tournait. Il n’arrivait pas à rester digne face à l’ange. Et la seule pensée consciente qu’il avait pour se sortir de cet état étrange et nouveau, était de trouver de quoi se restaurer. Du sang, de la viande fraîche...il en avait vu dans les coupes et des plats au bar derrière les coulisses. Si comme l’ange le lui avait dit il était à présent maître du royaume des ombres, il devait pouvoir disposer de cette source de nourriture inespérée. Et qui lui éviterait de chasser une proie, ce qui le répugnait encore.
Une fois qu’il aurait mangé et bu, il réfléchirait. Ou il dormirait un peu. Il fallait qu’il récupère absolument des forces.
Comme un automate, Jakob répondit d’un ton presque indifférent à l’ange :
- Je suis trop épuisé pour décider quoi que ce soit maintenant. Revenez demain.
L’ange soupira. Il craignait que dans l’intervalle, le jeune homme soit de nouveau happé par les forces obscures. Mais conscient de l’effort qu’il demandait à Jakob, il acquiesça.
- Très bien, je reviendrai demain. Sois ici à minuit pour me donner ta réponse. Je t’attendrai sur ce bloc de marbre blanc. D’ici là, sois prudent et repose-toi. Le jour pointe à l’horizon, c’est l’heure de coucher des vampires.
Jakob sourit ironiquement.
- Pas avant de m’être restauré comme il se doit, dit-il en montrant les crocs. Et je crois savoir où trouver ce que je veux, ajouta-t-il d’un ton emphatique.
Aussitôt, il disparut aux yeux de son guide et se retrouva près du large réfrigérateur du bar où ses adversaires et camarades sirotaient et dégustaient des apéritifs. Il ouvrit la porte et avec satisfaction, vit de nombreux bocaux de sang et chair fraîche. Il allait pouvoir étancher faim et soif durant plusieurs jours, sans pour autant devoir tuer qui que ce soit. Il décapsula un premier bocal, saisit une paille et aspira le précieux liquide comme s’il s’agissait de nectar ou d’ambroisie. Loin d’étancher sa soif, le sang n’avait fait qu’aviver son appétit. S’il avait été moins fatigué, il serait allé chasser.
Mais l’épuisement conjugué à la prudence de ne pas périr sous le premier soleil, réussit à le maintenir suffisamment calme pour se contenter d’ouvrir encore deux bocaux de chair fraîche qu’il dévora en quelques minutes et qui le laissèrent encore plus fourbu et grisé qu’avant. Sous le poids de l’instinct vampirique qui se réveillait en lui sans que sa part elfique et féerique puisse lutter pour équilibrer les forces qui le gouvernaient à présent, il s’écroula de fatigue et se traîna en titubant jusqu’à une table de billard sur laquelle il bascula, presque ivre et s’endormit en quelques secondes.
Au-dessus de lui, l’ombre d’Osmond, Abélard et Oswald conjuguée en une seule et même force maléfique armée d’une large faux, le veillait avec un sourire presque paternel s’il n’avait été aussi cruel. Avec douceur, profitant du sommeil lourd du vampire, l’ombre fouilla les poches de son protégé.
- L’anneau...où est l’anneau de feu ? Maugréait le squelette. Tu dois l’avoir sur toi...ce n’est pas possible autrement siffla-t-il entre ses dents.
Mais l’ombre eut beau chercher, fouiller chaque vêtement de Jakob, nulle trace du bijou.
- Il l’avait pourtant à l’annulaire tout à l’heure ! J’ai vu cette bague scintiller à sa main gauche et je sais que ce n’était pas une illusion ni une hallucination.
Puis, elle a soudainement disparu...L’ange l’a peut-être emportée pour la mettre à l’abri...à moins que ce petit drôle l’ait dissimulée à nos yeux à l’aide de sa magie. Rrrrrrrrrrrrr...et nous qui pensions disposer promptement du bijou...grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…à quoi ont servi tant de peines et de sortilèges si c’est pour être encore une fois, bernés par la féerie et confinés dans cet état spectral sans pouvoirs autres que celui du monde des morts. Ne reste plus qu’à attendre la prochaine journée et guetter le moment où l’anneau réapparaîtra à son doigt. Car tant qu’il nous est inaccessible, nous ne pourrons contrôler ce jeune homme complètement. Alors dors, beau prince, dors...car demain, lorsque enfin nous serons maître de l’anneau, tu n’auras plus assez de temps pour cela, conclut l’ombre en ricanant.
Et d’un geste circulaire de son index osseux, l’ombre à la faux se fit fumée noire entrant par le nez et la bouche de Jakob endormi, tout en s’introduisant subrepticement dans ses rêves. Et dans celui que le jeune homme faisait, Marie, entourée de tous ses prétendants, jouait une drôle de musique, sorte de valse mélancolique, cynique et maléfique, comme pour se moquer de lui et attiser sa jalousie.
L’amour, une affection profonde
Le sentiment d’amour peut se définir par une affection profonde poussant la personne qui la ressent à rechercher une proximité avec l’être aimé. Bien sûr, l’intensité varie en fonction de chacun, c’est à dire faible, forte ou encore obsessionnelle, et donc difficilement contrôlable.
L’amour naissant se manifeste par de nombreux signes qui ne trompent pas, tels que des palpitations, la gorge qui se noue, les mains qui deviennent moites, ou encore un bonheur immense qui nous envahit à la pensée ou à la vue de cet être désiré. C’est d’ailleurs en cela qu’il est possible de faire la distinction entre l’amour et l’amitié.
U
Le château de Pomponne
L’histoire du lieu débute officiellement vers 1107 avec Hugues de Pomponne qui s’oppose au roi de France Louis le Gros. Ce sont les premiers documents historiques dont nous avons trace.
Ancien point de passage obligé sur la Marne, d’abord à gué puis franchissement par pont, l’agglomération de Pomponne se développe autour de ce lieu de passage et donne naissance à une seigneurie qui se traduit par l’implantation d’une vaste propriété avec en son centre un château appelé Château de Pomponne en 1176 mais il s’agit d’une forteresse.
En 1489 L’officier des armées Martin Courtin reçoit, de Louis XII, en récompense de ses services, la seigneurie de Pomponne alors rattachée à la couronne. 3 générations de Courtin se succèdent sans interruption et donnent une des plus grande puissance et expansion à la terre de Pomponne.
Marie Courtin porta la seigneurie à Nicolas de Haqueville par mariage les Haqueville conservant le titre de seigneur de Pomponne jusqu’en 1619.
Grace à cette famille, le domaine sera de nouveau considérablement agrandi vers 1530. Ils achètent une foule de petites propriétés avoisinant le château, en particulier celle de MENYON qui était enclavée dans le parc et s’étendait de l’église jusqu’à l’allée de Bordeaux. Son annexion amena la destruction de beaucoup d’habitations, diminua singulièrement la population du village auquel elle supprima le chemin le plus direct pour se rendre à Bordeaux, Forest ou Monjay.
Le dernier Hacqueville décède sans enfant et c’est sa demi sœur Catherine de la Borderie qui en hérite et l’apporte en dote à son époux Robert Arnauld d’Antilly en 1613.
Le château fut alors reconstruit en 1663 par Robert à la place qu’il occupe aujourd’hui, l’ancien étant plus proche de la mairie, à l’extrémité du parterre actuel. Des fossés sont creusés et des ponts-levis construits. Robert fait également tracer les allées et les avenues du petit parc et des jardins d’après les dessins de Le Notre.
Il ordonne ensuite la clôture du grand parc et obtient par traité avec les habitants de Pomponne le passage sur leur terre des tuyaux de la grand fontaine et du miroir qui captent toutes les sources des environs et desservent en eau les bassins aménagés par son ordre.
Il complète toutes ces transformations en faisant construire en 1670 contre l’église une maison pour le maître d’école.
Son fils Simond Arnauld (1618-1699), diplomate, ministre et secrétaire d'état aux affaires étrangères, bien en cour au début du règne de Louis XIV, fut disgracié en 1662 à la chute de Fouquet dont il était l’ami. On dit qu’il avait contre lui Colbert et Louvois. Revenu en grâce, il obtint d’ériger la seigneurie de Pomponne en marquisat en 1682, à la grande joie de son amie Mme de Rabutin-Chantal, Marquise de Sévigné, dont on sait qu'elle visita à plusieurs reprise M. de Pomponne en son château.
En 1676, il obtient la modification du chemin de Paris à Lagny qui a pour but d’enclaver l’ancienne route dans le domaine, de démolir les maisons longeant le parc et de l’affranchir de toute servitude désagréable.
En 1679 il bâtit une arcade qui partant du parc allait rejoindre la rue Maquereau pour suivre ensuite l’allée d’ormes plantées par lui le long de la marne. En 1681 construction d’une chapelle particulière à côté du château et en 1682 le marquis de Pomponne achète la terre de Bordeaux.
A sa mort, son fils Nicolas Arnauld lui succède et fait bâtir l’école de pomponne en 1729 et dès lors, très en avance sur son temps, l’école est gratuite à Pomponne pour les filles et les garçons.
En 1756 les jardins sont modifiés.
En 1759 les terres et le marquisat sont vendus au marquis de Brou puis l’ensemble est cédé à M. Huvelin de Baviller qui commença la restauration du château, mort subitement, la propriété fut de nouveau vendue à M. Le Bas de Courmont qui entame des travaux et rachète à peu près toutes les terres alors concédées lors des successions difficiles. En 1794 il est guillotiné.
En 1821, sa veuve vend la propriété à M. Louis Dreux qui, à la demande de son fils Edouard Dreux (1803-1878), qui souhaitait s’installer à Pomponne, la remet en état. Il élargit la rue vieille (actuelle rue Louis Dreux, la plus ancienne de Pomponne) en 1830; Restaure l’église et la rend au culte en 1835.
En 1852, il rachète les jardins, les potagers et dépendances de l’ancienne ferme située à droite de l’avenue du Mail qui étaient devenues propriétés particulières. Il détruit la maison de maître et les bâtiments de la ferme et fait planter le jardin anglais.
En reconstruisant les murs, balustres et parapets du château on a trouvé une grande quantité de médailles portant millésimes 1663 qui indiquent la date à peu près certaine du château actuel.
Les allemands occupent le château en 1870, le pillent et dégradent le mobilier.
En 1871 Edouard Dreux répare les dégats et fait exhumer 30 soldats prussiens. Un mausolé leur a été élevé dans le cimetière communal.
A sa mort, son gendre M. Albert Dumez réalise les parterres et le château d’eau qui sont la reproduction en plus grand des cascades de Saint-Cloud dont l’architecte Hottot Saint-Ange s’inspira.
Les eaux vives ruissellent par les trop pleins, des jets d’eau jaillissent à chaque niveau par des faces de monstres allégoriques. A l’époque l’ensemble est ouvert au public lors de certaines festivités et tous les 2e dimanche de septembre.
L’esplanade circulaire qui fermait le parc vers l’Est, au-delà du miroir et à laquelle on parvenait par deux rampes douces en forme de fer à cheval est transformée. Les jardins sont reconstitués à l’aide de documents anciens dans un pastiche de style classique. Le parc est le seul de son espèce dans toute l’Ile-de-France.
Pendant la guerre de 14-18 Mme Dreux veuve Dumez fonde une ambulance de 35 lits à ses frais, hébergeant surtout des grands blessés convalescents, qui fonctionnera jusqu’en 1919.
En 1918 le château servi de lieu de réunion au grand quartier général de la 2 bataille de la Marne. Clémenceau, Foch, Pétain et Gouraud, des généraux anglais et américains y ont élaboré les plans qui devaient conduite à la victoire finale. Une plaque commémorant ces réunions historiques fut enlevée par les allemands pendant l’occupation du château de 1940 à 1944.
Au décès de Mme Dumez, en 1942, la propriété est vendue. Le nouveau propriétaire M. Doriol, un industriel, exploite le bois du parc tandis que le château et les jardins, acheté par l’état en 1945 sont affectés au ministère de l’intérieur qui abrite la caserne de la compagnie républicaine (CRS4).
Le 5 juillet 1943 l’ensemble du château et des jardins est inscrit à l’inventaire supplémentaire des monuments historiques.
Aujourd’hui, l’alimentation en eau des bassins est à reprendre, ainsi que les conduites et pompes élévatrices.
Le Bassin des enfants est à recréer, le bassin octogonal est à réhabiliter. Les jardins à arbres à replanter.