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Karl with Tom Robinson-Cox at the Jane Deering Gallery for an exhibit by mutual friend Ann Conneman.
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St Mary, Edith Weston, Rutland
Another bike ride in England's smallest county yesterday. Sixteen churches altogether, which sounds a lot, but churches in Rutland are refreshingly close together, and generally open, although I did find two yesterday that said they were open and weren't, and one that said it wasn't, but was.
Part two.
From Tickencote I headed westwards now towards Rutland Water, catching my first glimpse of it after about three miles from a hill top looking down into Empingham, where the tall stone church spire spiked up through boilings of trees and rustic chimney pots as if going for first prize in a 'Typical images of Rutland' competition. I hurtled down the hill into the long main street of the village, and as usually happens the church now disappeared, hidden by other buildings. Hazarding that the older part of the village might be below the top road (hazarding is always my last resort before bothering to get out my map) I coasted down, the buildings got older, and there was the church.
It looked vaguely familiar, a huge church, its big tower and spire hard against the road, the church beyond opening out into transepts and a tall chancel as it climbed the slope. Overwhelmingly a Perpendicular church which you enter up urban steps through the west door, and the feeling is thus that of a French church (was this the reason for the sense of the familiar?). Inside, the wide open interior is at first sight entirely modern, but a homely restoration, no Victorian pomp and grandeur here. All the harsh Victorian pews have thankfully been replaced with modern chairs. There are earlier survivals, including a few fragments of that rare thing in Rutland, medieval glass, in the north transept, and beautiful decorative wallpainting and a Saint in the splay of the window in the south transept behind the organ - I wonder how many people notice that? (I congratulate myself here as compensation for missing the wallpainting of a Saint at Lyddington two weeks ago).
I headed down the hill to the main road ahead of me, which was the A606 between Stamford and Nottingham - aha! This was the road I used to take regularly when going to visit friends in Castle Donington, and turning back I saw again the familiar view of that great tower and spire from the corner, a landmark on the busy road. The traffic rushed though, as I had once, and I remembered thinking to myself that I would visit this church one day. Well, now I had, without realising it.
I headed onto the A606 for a while, then turned off southwards to the road which runs parallel to the eastern end of Rutland Water. This was a busy, climbing road, not particularly pleasant. However, a couple of times there were gateways in the hedges (hedges rather than stone walls in this part of Rutland) which gave spectacular views out over the water. Between the road and the water was the cycleway which circumnavigates Rutland Water, and I looked down on dozens of cyclists in hard hats and fluorescent jackets, glumly pumping away and weaving between the walkers, many of whom were also wearing fluorescent jackets (why?) and I was very glad to be up on the busy road.
Eventually I came down onto the Normanton edge of the Water, with its car parks, cafés, gift shops, and the like. I shouldn't be snobbish, and most of these people were on their well-deserved annual holidays camping or B&Bing locally, or on enjoyable day trips from Leicester and Peterborough, all contributing to the local economy. But crowds like these are not why I go on bike rides. I joined the weaving cyclists, many of whom seemed to have merely the slightest acquaintance with the Highway Code ('we pass on the left in this country, mate') for half a mile to reach what remains of Normanton church.
The sight of the church is so familiar from photographs, stuck out on its peninsula in the water and buried half in the gravel, but is nonetheless dramatic for that. The work of Thomas Cundy pére et fils in the 1820s, an entirely urban Georgian church, an adaptation of their design for St John Smith Square in London. It is as if that church has come on holiday and is going for a paddle.
When they flooded the valley in the 1970s, tiny Normanton was one of two villages lost (the other was Nether Hambleton) but its church survived - just. It actually sits atop the dam, but even so its lower half is below water level and has been filled in with concrete, the windows of the clerestory now forming the windows of the church. A causeway goes out to it. All the burials were removed from the graveyard and cremated with due ceremony. For a while the church was a visitor centre, with a display about the making of Rutland Water, but this obviously didn't bring in enough cash because the displays have been removed and the structure is hired out as a venue to those who can afford it. It certainly looks classy, if you turn your back on the ice cream hut. You can still go inside if nothing is on, but today they were preparing for a wedding, so the causeway was as close as I could get.
It was barely a mile to my next port of call, the pretty village of Edith Weston. Generally in Rutland, the further west you go the prettier the villages get, as if escaping the influence of puritan East Anglia and submerging themselves in the opulent lushness of the Wolds which are making their journey from south-west to north-east England. And here was St Mary's church, a delightful church, not over-large but with a tall tower and a short, slender spire, set in a pretty graveyard and looking idiosyncratic - the main view from the south features three crossed gables in a row, the porch, the south transept and a 19th Century chancel chapel.
You step inside to light and late Norman splendour in the arcades and chancel arch. The chancel beyond is late Victorian, but still splendid and idiosyncratic, cross-vaulted in an obvious imitation of the chancel at Tickencote. The icing on the cake is a lovely range of 20th Century glass, from Hugh Arnold through Paul Woodroffe to that finest of 21st Century stained glass artists, Pippa Blackall. The cherry is the splendid and absurd memorial to Sir Gilbert Heathcote which explodes at the west end of the north aisle. Further east in the same aisle is a memorial plaque to the bodies removed from Normanton graveyard. All in all, church of the day so far.
And now I headed west again along the northern perimeter of RAF North Luffenham, in the general direction of Lyndon.
To be continued.
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This tall yellow-orange wildflower often appears with two identical side-by-side flower heads. I find it along edges of woods where it can receive partial sun during the day.
The dynamic range under the Redwoods canopy is so crazy I bracketed for almost every shot. I am using some of them to try some HDRs. I'm not super good at tone mapping though so its not perfectly realistic.
Two-spotted treehoppers (Enchenopa spp.) are made up of several species in which most have not yet been described. Western Regional Park, Howard County, Maryland.
The 'Cathedrals Explorer' tour of Britain, starting on 18 My 2012 and covering eight days, leaves London Victoria behind A1 pacific no. 60163 'Tornado' and banked by BR pacific no. 70000 'Britannia'. Most steam departures from Victoria are banked up the 1 in 62 incline to Grosvenor Bridge, but this is almost always by a diesel locomotive. On this occasion, though, 'Britannia' had brought the train into the station from Staines, via Redhill and Tonbridge. The plume of exhaust from 'Britannia" rises in the background. Edit of original post.
I often play a card game called Thirteen, in which the two of hearts is the most powerful card. This shot doesn't do it justice.
I'm debating the cropping on this one. I'm wondering if I should include the gloved hand...
The shot wasn't posed, but I couldn't ask for better exposure of the words on the pencil. The composition makes me think of the value of integrity being number two on the list of anything and being playfully chewed upon seems thought provoking to me and has an artistic feel.
.... and only a million to go :)
I thatched these first two rows of the part just so I could see how it looked so far.... I am really happy with it and I am loving the knot method!
Cool light and shadow play found on walk through La Villita in San Antonio...
Our Daily Challenge: double
Apologies for being well behind with my comments etc but the last couple of days have been somewhat overtaken by the illness of my brother-in-law! He is very poorly and well what can I say - we pray and live in hope!!
My wife and her sister remain at the hospital and as I've just recently returned home I'm taking my mind off of things by jumping into my archives as I haven't had my camera in my hand over the last couple of days!!
This one is from November when I had dropped my wife and daughter off at a shopping mall and Simon and I continued on a photo shoot. We ended up in a small town called Parrish which apart from these two trains could easily have been the location for that great movie Deliverance!! We didn't stay too long!!
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Whilst in Suffolk we visited the Suffolk Punch Trust. They are ensuring that the Suffolk Punch horse continues to exist. They are heavy horses, though not as tall as shires or clydesdales and they are alway chestnut. They also do not have the big 'feathering' around the hooves that most other heavy horses do.
Taken from the Suffolk Trust website
"The Suffolk Punch is probably the oldest breed of working horse in the world to exist in a form which we can recognise today. It has the longest written pedigree of any such breed, as every Suffolk can be traced back to a stallion known as Crisps Horse of Ufford foaled in 1768.
The breed was confined to the Eastern Counties and only started to become popular in the rest of Great Britain at the end of the working horse era. Mechanisation was rapid on East Anglian farms, stimulated by the drive for food production in the Second World war and the breed declined drastically in numbers so that by the late fifties there were only five breeders of any size, one of them being the Home Office with their Colony Stud at Hollesley Bay, near Woodbridge.
The breed is unique in a number of ways especially in its chesnut colour. It has a very strong association with the people of East Anglia as the Suffolk would have touched the lives of most of them to a greater or lesser extent. Today, when the breed is very rare, the Suffolk Punch is still recognised as an icon for the County and as a most important feature of our countryside heritage."
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Two students celebrate college graduation day by tossing their caps in the air.
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I took this picture one day in the port of my city.
The boy was hugging her little girl and it seemed to me so innocent and romantic...
Victorian Alpine Huts survey, for Parks Victoria 1994-5.
In 1865, E George Treasure married Emily Langford and by the early 1870s had moved to Victoria to work at a Seymour vineyard. George Treasure junior had been born to the family at Wangaratta, in 1873, and the next two children at Wandiligong, in 1875 and 1877, as a mark of their gradual progress towards the Dargo area. Treasure worked on reef mining at Wandiligong, doing underground work as he had done in New South Wales. He moved to another mine, the Alpine, for a healthier working environment, in 1877 { Stapleton: 28-}. In 1878, E George Treasure (then described as a Harrietville miner), selected land at Kings Spur on the Dargo High Plains{ Stephenson: 107-}. The family (3 boys, one girl) made an arduous journey on horseback via Mt Freezeout and the Lankey's Plain, to a bark roof two-room log hut built on the High Plains near Kings Spur on the eastern edge of Gow's Plains, by George and his mining associate, Harry Stitt in late 1877. The hut had a verandah at the entry, a slab chimney `stoned up' to 7-8 feet high, two modified armchairs and bush furniture made on the spot. This served as the residence for a small dairy farm which provided for the miners who crossed to the Grant and Crooked River goldfields{ Stephenson}. The house became a licensed hotel and a store was added. Three miles south there was also Gow's hotel, the `half-way house'. Cessation of mining around 1900 meant the store was wound down. George and Emily purchased a 700 acre property at Lindenow (Grassvale) while their son Harry remained at King's Spur. George senior died at Lindenow of cancer in 1901, aged 58 { Stapleton: 116}. Emily then arranged the gradual transfer of the High Plains holdings to her sons who managed the properties and stock in the interim. Emily died in 1939, aged 90. Harry L Treasure (George's son) selected the 200 acre property Castleburn (45 miles distant on the Stratford side of Dargo, later enlarged to 3000 acres), c1904, to serve summer grazing. This was after his marriage in 1903 to local girl, Clare Gamel. About the same time he and his father-in-law built a new shingle and paling house at Mayford, east of the King's Spur property, as a winter base. From 1907 Harry's brothers sold him their shares and eventually departed north. Gamel built Harry another house, Rockalpine, in 1910 - located further to the south on the Dargo Road. The family spent the winter at the house in c1912 after the house at Mayford was burnt, leaving only some old huts. Harry, Clare and family developed their High Plains holdings in the inter-war period, including a near 100,000 acre grazing lease, George's 600 acre selection, a fenced freehold at Riley's Creek to spell the cattle on their way to the mountains in summer, and `a sheltered saddle near Mt Ewan…another substantial hut and set of bush yards capable of holding large mobs' { Stapleton: 159}. The 1939 fires meant losses for the family as for many others in the region but they saved the homestead complex, losing 700 stock, fences, and several huts and yards. The family worked hard to replace them, splitting some 4000 snow gum posts in the following season along with woolly but rails for yards and gates but wire and snow gum droppers replaced the old logs in the fences. Harry and his three sons (Don, Jack & Jim) rebuilt the Mt Ewan hut and yards as a `magnificent new log hut' { Stapleton: 214}. The paling hut beside the 1939 log hut was reputedly built for Freda Treasure (Harry & Claire's daughter) as her bedroom in about 1945- presumably allowing the men to sleep in the 1939 log hut { Kosciuszko Huts Association website 2004}. However a picture of Freda at Mt Ewan (in her 20s-30s?) has her seated on her bunk, next to her saddle, knitting in the log hut. Educated at MLC in the 1930s, Freda married Wally Ryder, from another pioneering cattle family, in 1957. She shifted to Tawonga as a result but maintained a keen interest in the High Plains along with her brothers{ Stapleton: 219}. Harry gave her a paddock at Castleburn, known as Bryce's and she became known by local scribes as `Maid of the Mountains' or `Cowgirl of the Alps'}. Harry gave her a 28,000 bush grazing block to work after 1939, known as Jones' where she used an existing hut and yards. She lived there through winter with her cattle, visited occasionally by her mother. Freda died in 1988, one year after Wally { Stapleton: 267-}. Harry Treasure served as an Avon Shire councillor 1918-1949, often riding to the council meetings at Stratford. Harry made many submissions to government inquiries concerning the causes of the 1939 fires and alpine grazing. He died at Rockalpine in 1961{ Stephenson}. As a postscript, Sydney (Jack) Treasure (son of Harry) sought a selection on the High Plains in the 1940s but met with government opposition{ HO15895}. Some 20 years later the Treasures tried again stating that they had added many improvements to their grazing block (4A) and desired some freehold security. Their father and grandfather had held it for some 80 years{ HO15895}. The improvements on the adjoining freehold which served the grazing lease then included four residences (Harry's sons), sheds, fences, stockyards (CAs 2,2A,4,5){ HO15895 }. The department granted a seven year lease instead, noting the good management of the property.
I took this one for Mike, and it's a new place due to open soon in Helsinki.
With cock eatery and a bar, that's two of elements of a good night out for him ticked...now where can he get some KFC? ;)
Two Australian Silver Gulls try to stay warm at Narooma breakwater, Far South Coast, NSW.
No. 21 in a month long series using a CZJ Flektogon 35mm f2.8 lens.
Photoshoot of sisters modeling bikinis and swimsuits.
Cowgirl models with cowboy hats, revolvers, and cowboy boots.
Mainly or exclusively used for the TF two-speed fixed hub, in production from 1933-1942. Maybe used for the TC (1936-42) also, although I have seen a 2-speed trigger for this hub.
I love my new bag! Pattern by Erin Erickson of Dog Under My Desk. The pattern is excellent--I can't recommend it enough. It is very detailed with lots of photos and clear explanations. A beginning sewist could definitely handle this and someone with more experience would appreciate all the clever details.
This is my first time making an adjustable strap and I love it. This bag can hold my iPad or a small knitting project. I am using it as a purse.
The doll in the middle has been here for a while. The other two came earlier this month. I think the one on the left may be celluloid. She is really light weight. I love her face and hair. Anyone recognize the costume? There were two more, newer dolls in this same costume. The girl on the left is Netherlands, of course.