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The parish church of St Michael, Brough. Parts of the church date from the 12th century. Many of my ancestors and relatives were baptised, married and buried in this church. I have transcriptions of several memorials to my family in the church, but sadly "modernisation" has resulted in most memorials being ripped out leaving rather characterless plain white walls.
A mixture of blue-shaded bullet shaped street lamps (of unknown manufacture) and GEC Z9545 cut off street lamps on twin metal bracket and concrete post in Allerton Road. Since this photo was taken, these have been replaced by brand spanking new (not to mention shitty and characterless) modern ones.
This is a beautiful, simply designed and thoroughly charming place. The house was built by the family's great-grandfather. He built it room by room; saving up money over time and building more onto it when he could afford to. The family have now sold up because properties like this are difficult to maintain; because of major deterioration plobles due to age and neglect and also because of the poor economic climate. The family have moved into a modern apartment out of town. The person who bought the property is going to tear it down and build an apartment block in its place. I see a lot of this kind of activity in Beirut. If only their were grants for people to help them keep their properties and prevent Beirut from becoming another faceless, characterless concrete jungle. Ho-hum.
Canary Wharf a capitalists dream or is it a nightmare. I've never done a Boat Cruise on the Thames, today two work colleagues and I were guests on one. We travelled on what once would have been a paddle ship.
It's interesting viewing the river bank along both sides of the Thames and looking at the every changing state of it. Building work, predominantly flats continues all along the south bank in particular. From Nine Elms to Greenwich, the distance covered by the cruise. In the main the developments look tired and without soul and character. Perhaps this is a metaphor for changing London.
I remember traveling onto the Isle of Dogs before the property boom took hold. It looks characterless now compared to what was there before.
Anyway the cruise was actually great, the food lovely and drink relatively free flowing, I passed on that as I'm driving later of course
Muir of Ord Station on the Far North & Kyle of Lochalsh lines on the 2nd of October 2017
This was the most disappointing station of my visit in 2017 because I remember it from the mid 1980's and it was upsetting to see how it had been literally wiped clean of all of its character and turned into a clinical characterless location
Christchurch, Latchingdon, Essex
Locked, no keyholder. Latchingdon is the largest and least attractive place on the western part of the peninsula, an ugly mile or so of kebab shops, off-licences, petrol stations. The church is from the 1860s by JP St Aubyn, but is big and characterless, and apparently of little interest. It is always locked - I had actually tried the door once before on my way to Bradwell last summer. Not really sure why I bothered this time. However, photographing it meant I could count it as a visited church.
The next church was the real goal of my journey. Knowing how horrible Latchingdon was I was a bit uncertain about the setting of the next, but I needn't have worried.
All the local "Ducks Crossing" signs are like the one on the left, showing the duck with a very practical bindle stick for his, ... stuff.
But "The Man" has replaced one with the ugly variant at right. Let us hope this is an isolated incident.
Already this spring I planned to go to a concert of Shantel. But unfortunately the concert was cancelled. On the 26th of October he finally came to The Hague with his band Bucovina Club. This is what the BBC wrote about him, when he won the Music Awards: "Where most techno and house was characterless and lacked any organic elements Shantel's managed to mix Gypsy magic with a hi-tech pulse."
See also: www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/worldmusic/a4wm2006/a4wm_shantel.shtml
The most difficult thing is to tell the truths as they really are; truths made up of loneliness, fear, and darkness. The characterless that was external once, has now become something internal, and the city creates the distressful sense of being repulsed by others. Images are reflections of pains, anxieties, fears, and frustrations. There are no hopes and dreams; no future and no past. Sometimes I feel like giving up everything to cut all the ties with the world of others. -Alireza Zangiabadi
This is a beautiful, simply designed and thoroughly charming place. The house was built by the family's great-grandfather. He built it room by room; saving up money over time and building more onto it when he could afford to. The family have now sold up because properties like this are difficult to maintain; because of major deterioration ploblems due to age and neglect and also because of the poor economic climate. The family have moved into a modern apartment out of town. The person who bought the property is going to tear it down and build an apartment block in its place. I see a lot of this kind of activity in Beirut. If only their were grants for people to help them keep their properties and prevent Beirut from becoming another faceless, characterless concrete jungle. Ho-hum.
Already this spring I planned to go to a concert of Shantel. But unfortunately the concert was cancelled. On the 26th of October he finally came to The Hague with his band Bucovina Club. This is what the BBC wrote about him, when he won the Music Awards: "Where most techno and house was characterless and lacked any organic elements Shantel's managed to mix Gypsy magic with a hi-tech pulse."
See also: www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/worldmusic/a4wm2006/a4wm_shantel.shtml
The most difficult thing is to tell the truths as they really are; truths made up of loneliness, fear, and darkness. The characterless that was external once, has now become something internal, and the city creates the distressful sense of being repulsed by others. Images are reflections of pains, anxieties, fears, and frustrations. There are no hopes and dreams; no future and no past. Sometimes I feel like giving up everything to cut all the ties with the world of others. -Alireza Zangiabadi
I guess an early 20th Century appartment block, with commercial ground floor sections either end. By degrees these are disappearing. replaced by characterless boxes. Zug, Switzerland. Zeiss Ikon Nettar 515.
All Saints, Fornham All Saints, Suffolk
What would have been a simple late 13th Century church was radically altered with the addition of aisles and a transept in the early 16th Century, and then a major 1860s restoration by Arthur Blomfield left it looking crisp, if a llittle characterless inside. The church is a landmark in the busy northern suburbs of Bury St Edmunds.
Come, snow-pocolypse, and deliver us from the winter doldrums.
(for those of you who don't live here, this is a typical Michigan day in mid-winter. At noon.)
The most difficult thing is to tell the truths as they really are; truths made up of loneliness, fear, and darkness. The characterless that was external once, has now become something internal, and the city creates the distressful sense of being repulsed by others. Images are reflections of pains, anxieties, fears, and frustrations. There are no hopes and dreams; no future and no past. Sometimes I feel like giving up everything to cut all the ties with the world of others. -Alireza Zangiabadi
I thought I would use a fibre tip pen today.I don't like them very much as they dont give you anything when you work with them.They produce a very characterless line all the same thickness,but its good to have a change.I resorted to the wet finger technique to give a variation.
This is a beautiful, simply designed and thoroughly charming place. The house was built by the family's great-grandfather. He built it room by room; saving up money over time and building more onto it when he could afford to. The family have now sold up because properties like this are difficult to maintain; because of major deterioration ploblems due to age and neglect and also because of the poor economic climate. The family have moved into a modern apartment out of town. The person who bought the property is going to tear it down and build an apartment block in its place. I see a lot of this kind of activity in Beirut. If only their were grants for people to help them keep their properties and prevent Beirut from becoming another faceless, characterless concrete jungle. Ho-hum.
So..visit one: wet, grim, and completely characterless sky. I travelled on to Stratford after sundown, and didnt take any photos here.
Visit two: last night in Warwickshire. No chance of sunset, but a lot of black fast moving cloud. I resigned to this shot, and just enjoyed the drama, feeling a tad bit green as a dog walker flashed off his perfect sunset shot taken earlier this year to me. Fantastic shot of the windmill with other photographers all in silhouette.
Visit three: I decide to stay the night and give my last morning a chance....and woke to this! 😄
I bounced out of bed, raced up the hill and sat watching in absolute awe as the sun slowly climbed out of bed, and under the leg of this windmill. I snapped about a hundred photos so in love with the sight that I was...and as an additional bonus, I was totally alone, so didnt have to battle anyone else for the prime positions!
Here's an interesting thing tho..what is it with Warwickshire drivers hating camper vans? 4 times during my weekend, whilst parked up in perfectly unobtrusive places (once in a residential street!) other drivers thought it would be fun to loudly and repetitively blast their horns whilst passing the van. Never had that anywhere else...weird!!
Walkers viewing Andrew Sabin's installation "Above and Below" on the Chilterns Sculpture Trail, Cowleaze Woods.
The formal arrangement of these black painted bands aims to define a relatively characterless area of the wood with a dramatic spatial punctuation. By ordering and minimising the forms of the trees, the onlooker's experience of the site is adjusted and focused towards a less obscured and random view.
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This is a beautiful, simply designed and thoroughly charming place. The house was built by the family's great-grandfather. He built it room by room; saving up money over time and building more onto it when he could afford to. The family have now sold up because properties like this are difficult to maintain; because of major deterioration ploblems due to age and neglect and also because of the poor economic climate. The family have moved into a modern apartment out of town. The person who bought the property is going to tear it down and build an apartment block in its place. I see a lot of this kind of activity in Beirut. If only their were grants for people to help them keep their properties and prevent Beirut from becoming another faceless, characterless concrete jungle. Ho-hum.
The most difficult thing is to tell the truths as they really are; truths made up of loneliness, fear, and darkness. The characterless that was external once, has now become something internal, and the city creates the distressful sense of being repulsed by others. Images are reflections of pains, anxieties, fears, and frustrations. There are no hopes and dreams; no future and no past. Sometimes I feel like giving up everything to cut all the ties with the world of others. -Alireza Zangiabadi
Already this spring I planned to go to a concert of Shantel. But unfortunately the concert was cancelled. On the 26th of October he finally came to The Hague with his band Bucovina Club. This is what the BBC wrote about him, when he won the Music Awards: "Where most techno and house was characterless and lacked any organic elements Shantel's managed to mix Gypsy magic with a hi-tech pulse."
See also: www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/worldmusic/a4wm2006/a4wm_shantel.shtml
Already this spring I planned to go to a concert of Shantel. But unfortunately the concert was cancelled. On the 26th of October he finally came to The Hague with his band Bucovina Club. This is what the BBC wrote about him, when he won the Music Awards: "Where most techno and house was characterless and lacked any organic elements Shantel's managed to mix Gypsy magic with a hi-tech pulse."
See also: www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/worldmusic/a4wm2006/a4wm_shantel.shtml
Was in Delhi on a brief visit, took some time to visit "Safdarjung Tomb" aptly titled by the ASI as
“the last flicker in the lamp of Mughal architecture in Delhi” (situated at the ‘T’ junction where Lodi road meets Aurobindo road.) I took the Metro, the nearest metro station is ‘Jorbagh’ and it is a leisurely 3 minute walk from the station, this is what ensued with my tryst with " History " :
The sun was right up and the light harsh as can be, the Delhi sky? Characterless :D
Entering the complex, I stopped at the arch of the gateway and composed this, the pigeon added some character to the pic :)
The rather bland, characterless single class railcars that took me to and from Waterford from Dublin replaced these trains, built in Britain in the 1980s. I saw dozens parked up in Dundalk, Dublin North Wall, Inchicore and Waterford. Rumours they may be bought, refurbished and sent back to Britain for service there.
Looking through the Quire Screen, with the organ loft above. Not the easiest place or time to get decent pics as there is a lot of totally characterless modern furniture about (see bottom right) and there was also some sort of rehearsal going on with a fair few people milling about. I might go back and have another look at this bit.
Christchurch, Latchingdon, Essex
Locked, no keyholder. Latchingdon is the largest and least attractive place on the western part of the peninsula, an ugly mile or so of kebab shops, off-licences, petrol stations. The church is from the 1860s by JP St Aubyn, but is big and characterless, and apparently of little interest. It is always locked - I had actually tried the door once before on my way to Bradwell last summer. Not really sure why I bothered this time. However, photographing it meant I could count it as a visited church.
The next church was the real goal of my journey. Knowing how horrible Latchingdon was I was a bit uncertain about the setting of the next, but I needn't have worried.
Unless you're local to Leicester you possibly wont know the story behind the current demolition of this famous local historical landmark. Leicester City Council want the bridge demolished in order to make way for a students leisure centre. Protests were made to try and save the bridge, but all efforts have failed (including a plucky woman protestor who chained herself to a part of the bridge). I used to enjoy this part of my journey when cycling to work in the city centre, but I will avoid it now as the last thing I want to see is yet another new building that continues Leicester's transformation from a place with a bit of history and character into another characterless, faceless, anonymous Anytown. I wonder what's next on the city council's agenda?
This weeks theme for the Nomads is two pictures of a building you like and a building you dislike. I like this one of St pancras station with its fine pinnicled roof with the pitched angles the red brick and tower clock give character the arched windows make this for me. behind the main building the station is covered with an ultra modern glass roof that lets in most of the daylight and the inside has a mall with coffee shops and stores. Give me this type of building to the straight lined geometric characterless buildings any day thank you. I do appreciate modern building designs especially some of the glass ones that are out of this world but i don;t think they are in the same league as this one for visual grandeur.
Crucifixion of Saint Peter (1601)
Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio (1571 - 1610)
Oil on canvas
230 cm × 175 cm (91 in × 69 in)
Santa Maria del Popolo, Rome
The Crucifixion of Saint Peter (Crocifissione di san Pietro) is a work by Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, painted in 1601 for the Cerasi Chapel of Santa Maria del Popolo in Rome. Across the chapel is a second Caravaggio work depicting the Conversion of Saint Paul on the Road to Damascus (1601). On the altar between the two is the Assumption of the Virgin Mary by Annibale Carracci.
The large canvas shows the three executioners fighting to straighten the cross. Peter is already nailed to the rafters, his hands and feet are bleeding. The apostle is practically naked, which emphasizes his vulnerability. He is an old man, with a gray beard and a bald head, but his aging body is still muscular, suggesting considerable strength. He rises from the cross with great effort, turning his whole body, as if he wants to look towards something that is out of the picture (God). His eyes do not look at the executioners but he has a lost look.
The lifting of the cross requires the efforts of three men. One is pulling it up with ropes while his helpers try to raise the heavy equipment with their arms and shoulders. The yellow-breeched workman, who is crouching under the cross, grabs a shovel that was used to dig a hole into the rocky ground for the stake. The whole process seems disorganized and chaotic as if the sudden heaviness of the cross caught the executioners off-guard. Their faces are largely shielded from the viewer making them characterless executors of an unjust act ordered by an invisible authority. The background of the scene looks like a wall of impenetrable darkness but it is in fact a cliff of rock. This is an allusion to the meaning of Peter's name: the "rock" upon which Christ declared his Church to be built (Gospel of Matthew 16:18).
After 54 minutes, Döschwitz was five goals ahead and the characterless and weak team of VfB Zeitz (even if they had 11 players, the would have lost with more than five goals) demanded a suspension of the match by the referee.
Absolutely ridiculous that team!
SV Grün-Weiß Döschwitz v VfB Zeitz Reserve.
unfortunately, the traditional roofs of wood and slate are becoming exceedingly rare. It's all nasty shiny corrugated iron today... A sad development. And one by one, the old traditional, intricately carved houses make place for characterless new ones made with concrete... Go now, these beautiful buildings will soon be gone.
A place I see a lot of, but don't much like. Completely characterless despite all it's premium shops.
Already this spring I planned to go to a concert of Shantel. But unfortunately the concert was cancelled. On the 26th of October he finally came to The Hague with his band Bucovina Club. This is what the BBC wrote about him, when he won the Music Awards: "Where most techno and house was characterless and lacked any organic elements Shantel's managed to mix Gypsy magic with a hi-tech pulse."
See also: www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/worldmusic/a4wm2006/a4wm_shantel.shtml
All Saints, Fornham All Saints, Suffolk
What would have been a simple late 13th Century church was radically altered with the addition of aisles and a transept in the early 16th Century, and then a major 1860s restoration by Arthur Blomfield left it looking crisp, if a llittle characterless inside. The church is a landmark in the busy northern suburbs of Bury St Edmunds.