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One of the most spectacular, dazzling displays of stained glass of the Arts & Crafts movement is to be found in the west window, the work of Karl Parsons (one of Christopher Whall's most gifted pupils) dating from 1930.
It seems to be little known as a major work of art, and yet is without doubt one of the finest pieces of Arts & Crafts stained glass to be found anywhere. The window depicts a seated Christ in Glory above, flanked by angels, whilst below a gorgeous seraphim bearing a star is flanked by St Laurence and St Agnes. The bottom row shows the Virgin & Child with children being presented by young angels on either side. It is dedicated to the memory of W.G. Phillips, great grandfather of Captain Mark Phillips (father of two of the Queen's grandchildren)
St Laurence's church in Ansley is one of the most rewarding churches of north Warwickshire. It stands in near isolation at Church End, some distance west of the modern Ansley village (which is practically a suburb of Nuneaton).
The earliest parts of the present building are thought to date from c1050 and there are substantial Romanesque features such as the chancel arch (with sculpted capitals) and the north door.
The soaring west tower is 15th century, as is much of the nave, whilst the chancel was extended eastwards in 1760 (the former east window being re-used on the north side with considerable fragments of medieval glass). The final addition was the north aisle and nave arcade of 1913.
The church is sadly normally kept locked, but has regular open days during the summer, so it is best to plan ahead to visit. It is worth getting inside, particularly for it's stained glass, specifically the medieval glass in the Georgian chancel and the spectacular west window by Karl Parsons, one of the finest Arts & Crafts windows in existence.
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my art exam project has finally made a dent in my cluttered mind. thanks to miss bennett who spent a lot of time looking for the photographer she wanted to show me but couldn't remember the name of, i met Thomas Struth.
deserted streets, quasi-theatrical crowds in museums - i was, very plainly, captivated. he had completely transformed the idea i had of art upholding the mundane, the quotidian. after i had collected and prepared the photos i wanted to print out of my sketchbook, i logged off and looked round the empty BB1 art room. everything was a photograph. the sight that i lost in my period of un-inspiration (haha) was back.
i had quite a few to choose from today. even this photo has a partner, which i tried diptych-ing... in vain. it was a photo of two bananas that were also on the floor. all this overlooked existence. screaming discord. but overlooked.
The record on the existence of Košice dating from 1230 in connected with that on the existence of the rectory church. In the process of the settlement's transformation from a rural community into a town, all its periods of success and failures had been reflected on St. Elizabeth's Cathedral. According to historic data the present-day cathedral was built on the site of an edifice of older date which was consecrated to St. Elisabeth as well. It was referred to in the document of Pope Martin V of the year 1283 and in the letter of 1290, which stated that Eger bishop Andrew II exempted Košice parish from the dean's sphere of jurisdiction.
This medieval monument was built in the High Gothic style between 1378 and 1508 in several stages on the site of a parish church that burned down in 1370, in memory of Saint Elisabeth of Hungary, the patrona of all armed mercenaries and also Portugal.
The cathedral was often damaged by calamities (1556) and underwent numerous restorations. The most extensive restoration works took place in the years 1877-1896 by the drafts of Imre Steindl. The northern tower was completed in 1775, while the southern, Matthias tower in 1904. During the last phase of the restoration a crypt was built under the northern nave of the cathedral. In 1906 the remains of Francis II Rákóczi and his friends from Rodosto were buried there.
Fowey is a small town, civil parish and cargo port at the mouth of the River Fowey in south Cornwall, England, United Kingdom.
The town has been in existence since before 1300; the estuary of the River Fowey forms a natural harbour which enabled the town to become an important trading centre. Privateers also made use of the sheltered harbourage. The Lostwithiel and Fowey Railway brought China clay here for export.
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Image from 'Relics from the wreck of a former world; or Splinters gathered on the shores of a turbulent Planet; proving the vast antiquity, and the existence of animal life before the appearance of Man. With an appendix on the scenery in a patch of infinite space. To which is added, accounts of the most wonderful bodies that have fallen from Heaven', 003070725
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A very gloomy day today - after a couple of weeks of beautiful weather, it is back to reality (i.e. clouds, rain, humidity etc.). I do not really mind rain - in fact, I am quite glad it is raining, beacuse I will not need to water plants on the balcony (yay!) - but I hate the greyness that (sometimes) comes with it. I feel deflated. And I get a bit sad, especially when thinking of my friends in Poland, with whom I do not keep in touch as much as I would like to. I used to be really close with them and now I feel more and more disconnected from their lives. Like I somehow stop existing for them. I guess it works both ways, but it is more intense for me (I am here 'alone' and they are there together).
Well, that is the price you pay for your life choices.
Found this on Elk Head, an outcropping of rock at the end of a bluff in Trinidad. It was all the way up to the edge of the rock and clearly got hit with spray pretty frequently, yet managed to stay alive somehow. Not usually a fan of Hasselblad style square crops, but it was the only thing that really worked with this shot. Anyway, I liked it.
I don't really have any good news since writing the decidedly negative caption to my last photo. So I could continue but...I just don't have time. It's cool how all the flares of the green lights seem to be occupying spaces along the path of the windshield wiper...I GUESS!
I mean seriously, there has to be something better I could be taking pictures of.
"yeah I know, right?"
Canon SD400. I'm changing the name to POS400. Piece. Of. S. hit.
POS400. Awesome.
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