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the PA Renaissance Faire offers daylong entertainment, games, food and a wealth of zazzy imagery to absorb with any crystal lense one can carry. pictured is the vision all believers quest the world to find; the otherworldly muse of every open mind...the Dark Fae.
Sharp-shinned hawk, checking out the bird feeders. Apparently the chickadees, who were flitting around directly beneath him weren't of interest
Look! This little bit of white tape marks the center of the stage so that the dancers know where to dance. Isn't it clever?
Looking through the open doorway toward the outer ring. Church of Ura Kidane Mihret, Zeghie Peninsula, Lake Tana, Ethiopia.
Osprey feeding on a fish at Viera Wetland in Melbourne Florida.
Thanks for the invites! Larry, the Osprey here, appreciates it.
BG was actually white and plain so I changed it to give this rustic (old foto)look.
Thanks for the suggestions .
Looking up at the ceiling on the top floors of the San Diego Main Library.
My ultra wide angle lens tends to have a little distortion, so I though that was going on with the glass in the middle but after looking closer I realized that was the way it was built.
I was getting weird looks from the security guard as I took a chair into the middle of the room so I could site lookin up :)
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St John the Baptist, Upton, Cambridgeshire
From Ufford I climbed back out of the valley along the road to Marholm before turning off on a country lane. This wasn't particularly narrow, but it was very lonely. Hardly a single car passed me, and there was a wide view in every direction. There were more cyclists than cars, mostly the usual grim-faced lycra-clad hobbyists who would have been playing golf in a different decade, but also lots of cheerful ordinary cyclists venturing beyond Peterborough's Green Wheel. This happened a lot to day, and on every occasion without exception my greeting was returned. They seemed a particularly friendly lot around here.
I was glad I had my OS map, because the little lane to the remote hamlet of Upton was not signposted. Indeed, I found this a lot today. Either signposts were confusing or there were simply none at all. I put this down to the local history. Maybe Northamptonshire county council never got around to replacing the signs removed after the War, and then in 1965 the bureaucrats at County Hall in Huntingdon thought to themselves Hmmm, we ought to do something about this, but before they could it was 1974 and it was the bureacrats at County Hall in Cambridge who were scratching their heads and saying Beyond Peterborough? Is that our responsibility? It is? Well, I suppose we ought to do something about it, but suddenly it was 1999, Peterborough became a unitary authority with responsibility for its own road signs and they said Let's not bother, everyone local knows the way to everywhere else local, and that's good enough for us. Or something like that.
Anyway, the narrow lane got narrower and narrower and descended more and more steeply, so I hoped I'd got the right lane or it would be a long haul back to the road. But I had, and eventually came to the little hamlet of Upton, not to be confused with the large suburban village of Upton on the outskirts of Alconbury a few miles off. Perhaps they used the signs there instead. I said it was remote, and it is, there's a couple of miles to the nearest other settlement. But it is also enfolded in the hills, and at the end of a dead end leading into farmland. It seemed much more remote even than it actually was.
I only knew of the church from the simple cross on my OS map, and had no idea what to expect. Beyond the houses I crossed a noisy cattle grid into a wide open overgrown meadow, and there it was on the far side. It looked extraordinary, a low double-gabled frontage with a small medieval extension beyond. Was it even a church? The cross on the gates told me it was. There was no path across the meadow here so I headed down to the farm and took a track leading back off to the north.
The church was locked with a keyholder notice (at first I though there wasn't one, but on the noticeboard bolted to the west wall someone had covered it up with another notice). Now, I hadn't planned to go for the key because I wanted time to visit all the churches on my list in this area, but one peep through the window changed my mind. It looked extraordinary inside, a church of different levels with a vast bedstead memorial and a Stuart pulpit beyond. I scurried back to the keyholder just beyond the cattle grid and back to the church. I let myself into the west door.
Extraordinary. This must have been a tiny church once, but in the 17th Century the Dove family built a massive two stage extension on the north side. This consisted of a mausoleum below and a family pew on the upper floor, with balustraded stairs leading up to it as if in a country house. As if that were not enough, the family pew contains a massive memorial, quite out of scale, to Sir William Dove and his two wives (a civilised custom I always think, it's a shame it has been lost to us). He died in 1633, but the memorial is later than that and probably a composite, for his first wife is made of Barnack stone and he and his second wife (they weren't really at the same time) are made of terracotta. Stepping down into the tiny nave and chancel was like crossing the centuries. Here, a distinctly prayerbook feel has been elaborated in an early 20th Century fashion. it was enchanting, a thrilling little church. If I had come here on my 21-church trip through the middle of Cambridgeshire a couple of weeks back it would certainly have been my church of the day, but for now it had to make do with slipping in behind Barnack and Peakirk.
I felt thoroughly lifted up, despite the fact that I emerged to find the sky had clouded over. I took back the key and descended by the other narrow lane to the A47, which took me by surprise, I was halfway around the roundabout before I realised I was on it, and then off the other side and down into the tiny village of Sutton.
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Looking down the beach towards the big hill in Cabo with all the radio towers on it. I wanted to walk down that way as that is where downtown Cabo is but it was a long walk and I was not to keen on walking around mexico with a big fancy camera just waiting to get mugged.
Snow, snow and more snow :-)
The mosquito screen is still in one side of the window and that makes it look a bit blurry.
Church of the Savior on Blood. If you like this photo, feel free to use it, just link to mochiladeviajes.blogspot.com
She crushes the lifeguard's head! With a move like this, her future is in pro wrestling.
This peaked at #171 on Explore. Yay!