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The £4,675 'Father Willis' organ above the choir screen in Lincoln Cathedral, England, was originally dedicated on St Hugh's Day, 17 November 1898, before a congregation of 4700 people. It was to be the first British cathedral organ to be blown by electricity, but at the time of its inauguration, Lincoln's power station had not yet entered service, so it was pumped manually by soldiers of the Lincolnshire Regiment.
No changes were made to the organ until 1960, when Harrison and Harrison carried out a complete rebuild at a cost of £14,000. Six new registers were added, but the Willis pipework was left unaltered. The action and blowing equipment were renewed, and a new console provided. A further restoration was undertaken by the same firm in 1998, and the organ was rededicated on 20 November, just over a century after it was first played in public.
The superbly carved limestone choir screen, shown bottom right, dates from 1330. It is a marvellous example of Decorated Gothic architecture with crocketed pinnacles and arches with tiny carved animal heads. On the pillars are small carvings of saints. The Puritans knocked the heads off the statues but they were recarved by the Victorians who added bishops' heads. The walls of the screen are covered with carvings of leaves and flowers. Traces of red and blue medieval paint can still be seen on them. In the centre of the screen is a wrought iron metal gate which is used by the choir before a service.
Above the organ, you can see directly up the inside the central tower, which appears as the dark diamond shape just above left of centre in the image. Although the building of the cathedral started in 1072, the current central tower dates from the 13th century following the collapse of the original tower in 1237. Between 1307 and 1311 the central tower was raised to its present height of 271 feet (83 m). At this time, a tall lead-encased wooden spire topped the tower but this was blown down in a storm in 1548. With its spire, the tower reputedly reached a height of 525 feet (160 m) which would have made it the world's tallest structure at the time, surpassing the Great Pyramid of Giza, which had held the record for almost 4,000 years.
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My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.
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Every father in this world tries to buy something for their child without thinking of the pocket. And of-course the connection between father and daughter is the most beautiful relation. This one is tribute to that relation.
This is for all those loving daughters in flickr. Take care of your father girls cause they are the best one who understands you the most.
the grave of father Glasan is a highly isolated historic grave located in the townland of stragrady Termon ,county donegal. Father Glasan was hunted down through the remote mountains his pursuers cornered him in the rugged, boggy terrain of the Termon Hills at Stragrady, they struck him down violently. Local oral history states that he was killed by a blow to the head with a large stone.
Because his death occurred during Ireland's historical Penal Era—a time when Catholic priests were outlawed, hunted, and forced to perform mass in secret he was buried directly where he fell. While the British military (Redcoats) actively hunted priests during that era, local oral tradition firmly blames a group of local sectarian men or highwaymen rather than British soldiers.
Folklore suggests he was ambushed and stoned to death by local adversaries who opposed his secret Catholic ministry in the area. However, because it happened during the Penal Era, British authorities would not have investigated or punished the killers, as Catholic priests were considered outlaws by the Crown, As a hunted Catholic priest, he survived by moving constantly between the remote hills of Stragrady and the wider parish of Termon. He relied entirely on the local Catholic peasantry, who risked their lives to shelter him in safe houses, barns, or hidden caves. The area where he operated is highly symbolic. The name Termon comes from the Irish word An Tearmann, which translates to "place of sanctuary". Historically, this region was a recognized territory of refuge, making its isolated, rocky hills the ideal terrain for a priest to hide from the authorities. Local tradition places his ministry and death firmly during the height of the Penal Laws, which spans from the late 1600s through the mid-1700s (roughly between 1695 and 1750). This was the period when priests faced active persecution, bounties, and violent crackdowns in Ireland.
1st october is saint glasan feast day which is written on the small plaque beneath the cross erected by father boyce P.P in 1941
Father Sumbe enjoys the cooler weather with son Quilian. Differences are emerging to identify each one now. Sumbe has a scar under his left eye and has darker fur. He also looks bigger and older at this stage but that will change over the coming months. These photographs are so special because they would never happen in the wild. Mum and dad mate and he leaves probably never to see mum or children. This family have been a joy to watch grow up.
This is a photo of my father in 1918 when he was 19 or 20 years old. Now I was always under the impression he was never in the army, so would appreciate it if anyone could identify this uniform, with the SG on the shoulder.
Re-working some older images, taking advantage of new hardware and LR's Denoise feature.
Thanks very much for viewing :)
Daughter stands by her ailing father in a nursing home in Puerto Rico. One of five winners of the 2018 Flickr "Your Best Shot" photography competition.
The objective was simple: to capture the most famous nativity scene in the world in all its magnificence. But emotion often surpasses art and guides us elsewhere.
While I was looking for the perfect perspective, my attention was captured not by the miniatures, but by their gazes. Two figures imposed themselves on the scene: a father and his son, completely captivated by the magic of those lights which, like a miniature sunrise and sunset, made the nativity scene pulse with life.
In that instant, I realized that the most beautiful story was not that of the nativity, but that of this child, with wide eyes, who was discovering the wonder of the world. My photograph thus became a choice, a tribute to that genuine and universal emotion. I took it to immortalize not a work of art, but the enchantment of a soul, a memory of a precious moment worth more than a thousand figurines.
While wandering Old World Wisconsin I met this gentleman. His voice sounded familiar and it turns out I know him.
My father and his friends went to Al-Ra'is on the Red Sea for the weekend. It is a small city to the south west of Madinah. On the request of my father, I joined them on this trip.
Believe it or not: it was a real fun. They were all older than me, of course. In fact one of them was my teacher in elementary school.
This photo was taken while my dear father was calmly watching the sunset.
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With all this stay at home stuff I do have a little more time to go through some of my archives and look for photos that I forgot about or overlooked. This was taken late August 2018 at our church's annual father/son camp out. A few of us grandfathers do go along and have a great time.
This is a photo of my son Aaron and his son Greyson. It is fun watching your son grow up and become the man/father that he has become. Very proud of him as I am with all my children.
Oh....and I am kind of proud of that grandson of mine also.
Most of the focus is spent on the mother and her newborn baby because it was her who gave birth, nursed the baby, etc. But the father also has a very strong, yet different connection to their child.
I remember a moment like this with my own child; just being able to touch, feel and experience his breath on me and just being so proud. A wave of thoughts of teaching him to ride a bike, going hiking, telling stories at night, the adventures of parenthood, seeing him graduate, seeing him off to preschool, college… all in this very instant of holding him close to me. You realize that everything you’ve made of yourself, all of your possessions, all of your accomplishments… none of that is as important as this. Suddenly you feel a huge sense of responsibility and obligation to teach this child everything you know, to protect him and to see he has the best life possible in front of him.
I don’t know what Eddie was thinking here with his 9-day old son Enrique, but his subtle expression helped me realize that being a parent isn’t just a responsibility, it’s a privilege. And I thank God every time I get to see my kids and play with them, discipline them, and even wasting time with them is time well spent.
1. Parabéns pro Papai ! - 557 -, 2. Parabéns pro Papai ! - 558 -, 3. Meu filho João - 577 -, 4. Quem é a mãe ? - 567 -, 5. Quem é a mãe ? - 566 -, 6. Vinnie e João - Father and son, 7. Vinnie e João - Father and son, 8. Aprendendo sobre o João - 590 - CONTINUA, 9. Trocando fralda - 595 - CONTINUA, 10. Meu filho João - 656 -, 11. Meu filho João - 659 -, 12. Meu filho João - 662 -, 13. Dra Tuula - 649 -, 14. VINNIE e JOÃO, 15. VINNIE e JOÃO, 16. João e o pai dele, 17. João e o pai dele, 18. VINNIE e JOÃO - 1, 19. VINNIE e JOÃO - 7, 20. VINNIE e JOÃO - 13, 21. VINNIE e JOÃO - 16, 22. VINNIE e JOÃO - 9, 23. João e o pai dele, 24. Me surpreenda ! - 656 - CONTINUA