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Trinity Church is a historic parish church in the Episcopal Diocese of New York, at the intersection of Wall Street and Broadway in the Financial District of Lower Manhattan in New York City. Known for its history, location, architecture and endowment, Trinity is a traditional high church, with an active parish centered around the Episcopal Church and the worldwide Anglican Communion in missionary, outreach, and fellowship. In addition to its main facility, Trinity operates two chapels: St. Paul's Chapel, and the Chapel of St. Cornelius the Centurion on Governors Island. The Church of the Intercession, the Trinity Chapel Complex and many other of Anglican congregations in Manhattan were part of Trinity at one point.
The current building is the third constructed for Trinity Church, and was designed by Richard Upjohn in the Gothic Revival style. The first Trinity Church building was a single-story rectangular structure facing the Hudson River, which was constructed in 1698 and destroyed in the Great New York City Fire of 1776. The second Trinity Church was built facing Wall Street and was consecrated in 1790. The current church building was erected from 1839 to 1846 and was the tallest building in the United States until 1869, as well as the tallest in New York City until 1890. In 1876–1877 a reredos and altar were erected in memory of William Backhouse Astor Sr., to the designs of architect Frederick Clarke Withers.
The church building is adjacent to the Trinity Churchyard, one of three used by the church. Besides its building, Trinity manages real estate properties with a combined worth of over $6 billion as of 2019 . Trinity's main building is a National Historic Landmark as well as a New York City designated landmark. It is also a contributing property to the Wall Street Historic District, a NRHP district created in 2007.
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John 3:16 KJV: "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
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Shot with my A7RIII and Carl Zeiss Sonnar T* 135mm F/2.8 AEJ Contax mount.
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Blueberry Hill Conservation Area consists of 134 acres of wooded area in Gibbsboro, NJ. It features both paved and unpaved trails that are suitable for hiking or biking. At 192 feet, Blueberry Hill is one of the highest elevations in Southern New Jersey.
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Eva: Bru, what do you think of these new mugs?
Bruno: I thought they were for the humans.
Eva: I'm not so sure about that. The text seems to fit us both perfectly.
Bruno: Nothing is fitting about mine.
Eva: Seriously? Do you even know what namaste means?
Bruno: Of course I do. Do you think that I'm a troglodyte?
Eva: Honestly... yes, I kind of do. But how can that mug not fit you? You love to sleep in and chill?
Bruno: Well, that's not the true meaning of namaste. But even allowing for that, the cultural misappropriation of the term and the fake contraction, it still doesn't fit. That's why I assumed it was for the humans.
Eva: Well, I never took you for that much of a scholar of languages. I guess I underestimated you.
Bruno: I accept your apology.
Eva: Oh, I never apologized. I make that a principle of mine to never admit wrongdoing. But, I would appreciate it if you could enlighten as to why the text doesn't fit.
Bruno: It truly has nothing to do with the text. I can't even read. I simply meant that it doesn't fit because I can't get my snout all of the way in to eat the food in the bottom two thirds of the mug.
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A couple of weeks ago I saw these mugs at a Chapters Indigo bookstore and thought they were great, both for the humans and as a prop for a dog photo. But, I restrained and didn't buy them. When I told my wife about the mugs she went back that afternoon to pick them up. They are now our breakfast mugs, but today they were filled with breakfast kibble for Bruno's photo project. I never knew his snout was so flexible to produce that many wrinkles.
Agnes: Dave, thanks for the mug. I really feel like part of the pack now.
Dave: You needed a mug to be part of the pack?
Agnes: Sure did. Eva and Bruno did a similar shot in March, 2017 but you excluded me from it.
Dave: We adopted you in April, 2017. You can't call it excluding if you weren't part of the family yet. And by the way, how did you know about that.
Agnes: Eva talks.
Dave: Is this true?
Eva: Not so much talks as mocks. It's really funny getting Agnes's goat.
Bruno: We're adopting a goat! Awesome. I've always wanted a goat.
Eva: We had a goat before we adopted you in 2014.
Bruno: Darn. Now you've excluded me from owning a goat!
Dave: We never had a goat. Eva is lying. Likely to distract you so she can eat your food.
Bruno: Good thing I'm too snort to fall for that.
Dave: Do you mean smart?
Bruno: Rarely. I mean snort because the mug pushes my snout up.
Dave: So what we've determined is that Eva wants more food, Bruno wants a goat and Agnes wants to be part of the pack by having her own mug.
Agnes: True. Thanks for the mug. It fits me perfectly. I'm always myself.
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I actually bought this mug for Agnes back in the fall of 2017 but had not yet done the photo because she had been scared of trying new things. Getting the shot was hard enough with two dogs I was also intimidated to try it with three. Apparently in 2022 Agnes is now brave enough to eat from a mug, but she also pushes it forward when eating making getting all three in a row a pipe dream. Even taping the mugs to the ground for a second attempt didn't work.
Thanks to my lovely wife both for excellent dog wrangling skills and her tolerance of my stupid ideas.
The 2017 shot is linked in the comments.
Double trouble, two new cameras for me in 2025. Hoping to shoot more analog during the year on an #minoltaX700 with a #rokkor45mmf2 and a digital fixed with the #fujix100vi
again, pretending to be in an 80's metal band. hahah
Hugo/AustinGibbs/The Maine/Augustana
May 20, 2011
Atlanta, The Masquerade
John & Garrett were pretending to be in an 80's metal band.
My absolute favorite photo I've ever taken.
Uhm, not much to say about this picture. The quote in the box at the top is from one of Alex Gaskarth's tweets. And the quote at the bottom is obviously from John O'Callaghan. The one that talks about butterflies and cocoons is from Mr. Gaskarth as well. Yehh. Jill is one of my good friends. She wanted to be in this photo. :) I really really like this one. Don't know why, just do. Please please PLEASE tell me what you think!
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The Maine @ Warped Tour (July 18, 2009)
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Catherine Powell© | Uniondale, NY
The Maine @ Warped Tour (July 18, 2009)
William Blake
Auguries of Innocence
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear
A Skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
The wild deer, wandring here & there
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
It is right it should be so
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
The Questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to Reply
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
Theyd immediately Go out
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day