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(3 image HDR)With a little twist of 'olli-ort'..
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INFO 'The Domesday Book records Ringmore as a Devon Manor known then as ‘Ronmore’. Stephen de Haccombe, and his successors are know to have built three chapels in the area, two survive as chapels today, one at Haccombe, and the other is St Nicholas in Ringmore, Shaldon.
The third local chapel is only a ruin. Church Architects are of the opinion the St Nicholas is of 13th Century origins, a fact borne out by the East end Wall with it’s Lancet window-a fact accepted as proof.
Records of various events refer to this church, and the Register of Baptisms was started in 1616, prior to that, Baptisms had taken place at Haccombe. About this time, the Carew family –now Lords of the Manor of Haccombe, carried out repairs to St Nicholas, but the fabric of the building, and it’s architectural features were kept intact. Haccombe Church supplied the Clergy to the Church until 1621 when the first Clergy signed the Baptism register - Elezeus Coke.
Burial and Marriage registers were than started –and in 1671 Lord Clifford bought several local estates including the Manor of Ringmore with St Nicholas Parish. Bishop Keppel visited the church in 1768 and decided that care was needed to restore the Church.
By 1790 a large extension had been added, and a gallery built, along with various other improvements. Mention of a Church organ was made in 1827, but was then replaced with an early version of the Harmonium called a ‘Seraphine’. 1839 saw a gallery added to the North wall for the Sunday School, and a new roof with a domed skylight and wooden Bell tower added in1841. The original font had been removed, and replaced by the existing font-which is Saxon or early Norman.
Reverend Richard Marsh-Dunn cancelled plans for any more changes to St Nicholas, as he had decided to build a new church on the reclaimed land on Riverside in Shaldon.
This was consecrated and dedicated to St.Peter, and became the new Parish Church of St.Nicholas, South Devon in 1903. St Nicholas was subsequently renovated with funds generated by a generous benefactor, and was given the official title of Chapel of Ease.'
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees
Leaving as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to
Not true
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above to sea
A poem should not mean
But be
A poem should be a sigh
Trapped in chests
Released
A poem should be a butterfly transformed
Transfigured
A poem should be a scream
Note by note
Breaking the air cutting through
A poem should be no more
But just
Archibald MacLeish and I
Posted for Happy Caturday! Our cats by Numbers! This is one of Holly’s little ginger kittens checking out the calendar to see her age! They were 12 weeks old this past Wednesday! Happy Caturday! We are still having internet trouble so I had to ride somewhere to get a signal to post from my phone! Oh! I hate this internet outage!
This shot is dedicated to my friend and gifted artist Cath, who encourages me daily, laughs at my terrible jokes and forgives my French. She also shares my fondess for a blue and beige colour contrast.
Searching for heaven, by the drums is perfect for my sitting in the hills waiting for the light show to begin, a perfect start to any day, I just love the fact you haven't got a clue what will happen. Suilven is just a great backdrop.
Past which blue moon
Will grow in this field
A stalk
And scatter in the wind
The moans of the earth?
Poetry of Mohammad Mokhtari
Translated from Persian
You're right, Mike, the alligator blocking the trail is more impressive photographed with the big lens (at 172mm, 1.6 crop)! Definitely not going to mess with this guy. Elm Lake, Brazos Bend State Park, Needville, Texas.
"she loves the death... I do it for the glory!"
Taken with the use of The LumiPro Tool along with worn and projection lighting to further enhance firestorm ultra windlight.
pose: Voir - Hero Pose - 9
model: HardLuckKing
outfit: by Noble Creations main store located here:
outfit as worn:
[NC] - Glory Armor & Cloak by Noble Creations
available for the October round of We <3 Role Play located here:
also worn on arms: [NC] - I'm a Warrior v.2 - (Signature)
battle axes: [EZ] Orcus Giant Slayer - Black
sword: [FAR] Lycan Pack Longsword Sheath Unscripted
additional scene credit:
[Kres] Spiked Skull - Naturals by Krescendo
Taken for the Macro Monday theme of 'slices' of food.
A slice of toast loaded with Vintage Dundee Orange Marmalade.
"In 1797 the first jar of marmalade was produced in Dundee, Scotland. Mackays, a family business, is now the last remaining producer of the Dundee Orange Marmalade in the Dundee area - 'The Home of Marmalade'
Using traditional open copper pans, the highest quality bitter Seville oranges and their authentic methods, ensure rich fruit flavours in every batch and that special home-made taste you expect"
It was delicious!!
What would my lost heart do
With the spring that arrives?
With the need that gains color
In branches of withered and black?
What would my lost heart do
With the breeze that it permeates?
Air of wild doves’ love
Breath of wandering perfumes?
My lips burn of songs
My chest with love
My skin bursts of excites
My body of buds
Every now I surge within
I leave, leaving for far distance
Burning ball of the Sun
On my way in the fever of light
Poetry of Forough Farrokhzad
Translated from Persian
i would like to take dis opportunity to tell everyone that
ILL BE IN BAGUIO beginning tom.
review for my NCLEX exam.
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An image capturing Wareham Signal Box and level crossing back in 1977, taken from the station footbridge. The view, looking east towards Bournemouth, includes the oil-tanker staging sidings for BP's Furzebrook facility as well as the down sidings and goods shed. The latter had probably been long closed by this time.
Roll on 45 years and the busy level crossing has been abandoned to be replaced by a road overbridge in the middle background just beyond the goods shed, which surprisingly still survives re-purposed as commercial premises.
The down sidings remain in situ, but the staging sidings are no more with the land being used to enhance the road system supporting the new bypass, plus a small housing development. Interestingly, Google Earth shows some residue of the sidings visible in the undergrowth close to the main running lines, but now disconnected.
The signal box is still standing but no longer operational, and the level crossing has been converted to a manned footway crossing. From what I can glean the latter has been the subject of some local controversy in that the foot crossing is considered dangerous enough to require the presence (and expense) of a 'warden', but at this time there appears to be no alternative route over the tracks for folk with pushchairs or those with mobility issues (the bypass overbridge has no pedestrian access). So far as I'm aware the discussions between Network Rail and the local Council to resolve the problem are ongoing and, as yet, inconclusive.
On the same visit I was lucky enough to be granted access to the signal box, a vibrant 'office' back then! www.flickr.com/photos/davidhayes/50829597336
Finally, if modelling is your thing, my recent book 'The Pennines: Trains in the Landscape' from Amberley Publishing gets reviewed in July's issues of 'Model Rail' (no.302) and 'Hornby Magazine' (no. 181). It also gets a review in the August issue of 'Rail Express' (no. 315) so, if you're in two minds about whether to buy it, you might want to check one or all of these out. Thanks.
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Agfa CT18
15th October 1977
For the last Macro Mondays working the themes each day with the renaissance, i knew the face Pareidolia would have to come from wood, in renaissance time the woodworkers finding a face in the wood grain the first thing to determine was was it good or evil. if evil the wood was burnt if good then the craft went on to make something knowing the guarding was with them.
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Ready for red?
Still trying to identify the foreground tree (about 30ft tall), the flamboyant (flame tree) is in the background. I wish I'd asked someone!
7DWF: Friday / Flora
I used to work in this place. Lots of rings for mules which were the pack animal of choice in the mountains once upon a time.
I merged two images here, one was the ring in the wall and another one left over from an old project (ribbons in wind)
Pause for reflection - A wonderfully calm and serene spring day dawns at Blea Tarn; time to take in the peace and quiet of this incredibly beautiful and tranquil Lake District location and to pause for reflection over the trials and tribulations of the previous year.
Blea Tarn is a favourite haunt of mine, especially so at first light when the early sunlight hits the Langdale Pikes, framed by the natural amphitheatre around the tarn and perfectly reflected in the mirror like surface of the still water. A place to rejuvenate the mind.
Lake District, Cumbria
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After a fierce plummet from height straight into the water of Armand Bayou, Forster's Tern nevertheless came up empty this time.
Shot for Week 21 of my "52 Weeks of 2023" flickr group project given the theme "Go Low".
I went to the park to get pics of birds and ducks along the creek. I was tracking a duck walking in the grass. Then I heard a lot of quacking and rustling behind me. When I turned around, I saw this furry little duckling looking right at me. Such a cutie, and barely as tall as the blades of grass...
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Eine Margerite für Martha MGR: www.flickr.com/photos/marthamgr/
Thanks for your making undo the little trubble with the stream.
Have a nice week my dear friends!