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This is St. Francis deSales Catholic Church in Kilmarnock, Virginia. It is interesting that with all the Baptist and United Methodist Churches every couple of miles in this rural area, this is the only Catholic Church within 37 miles (59.55 km).
A small white frame chapel was dedicated for Catholic worship in 1885. The priests came by steamship from the port of Fredericksburg 84 miles (135.18km) away to a wharf in Irvington, about five miles from this church.
The present brick church was dedicated in 1956. It is one of the many churches located on Church Street.
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I have phtographed before the two Hadashville buildings posted today but I liked the backlight of this one and the view I had of the other in this light. The buidlings have something in common besides location: both have fake brick exteriors. This has insulbrick, whereas the other has metal cladding that looks like brick.
When Polish immigrants came to America back in the late 1800s and early 1900s, they found comfort and community in their churches. Sweetest Heart of Mary Church was a cornerstone of the Polish community in Detroit. It remains a source of pride and a beacon of faith for Polish Americans in the metro Detroit area to this day. The Church project began in 1890 and was completed in 1893
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Finally managed to get into this part of the red zone to get a few shots of the Catholic cathedral. This damage was done mainly in the 6.3 quake on Feb 22nd... more damage has apparently occured in the latest 6.3 as well but this was shot a few days before that happened.
The two front towers have collapsed and gone and that front wall on the left is held up by a bit of kiwi inginuity - shipping containers and hay bales.
To the right of the shot out of frame there is a carpark full of blocks and stone from the collapsed cathedral each layed out seperately and numbered - there being saved to possibly rebuild in the exact way once the quakes finally stop.... if they ever do... (they are doing the same to the Anglican cathedral in Christchurch's Center
The latest Quake has damaged it a lot more and it might now be never rebuilt, on this ground anyway....
Just as an interesting fact. The still standing tower at the back had a statue of the virgin mary facing inwards in the front window, during the feb 22nd quake the statue turned an exact 180degrees to face outwards - looking through the window - without falling over or being damaged.
The road im standing on - Barbadoes St - has been identified as having a Fault Line directly underneath - previously unknown. There are now 3 Major active faults under Christchurch.....
This is a 3 exposure handheld hdr processed in photomatix
Cheers for looking, ive got a few more of this from different angles ill post up
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Our Lady of the Braes Roman Catholic Church
An old image from last year that I was not going to process but while offshore and looking through the old raw files I thought I would try it in B&W. As you can see it was a wild wet blustery day the wind was so strong that Tory who was holding my gust buster umbrella was blown clean off her feet and landed in the heather a few feet behind me.
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Above Ping’s house is a Catholic church. In the courtyard there is a statue of Our Lady of Poverty and Minority Hill Tribes, or so it appears to me. Catholicism, is alive and well and living in a remote village in Northern Vietnam, a legacy of the French occupation. There are about 6 million Catholics in Vietnam.
As we leave Ping’s house, her youngest son has a tantrum, he is four years old. To placate him she gives him some money. “Why does he want money?” I ask. “For candy.” she replies. The “why else?” hangs in the air unspoken.
We trundle off to the village of Te Van. It is here where we will catch a jeep or a motorbike back up to Sapa.
Ping negotiates a price with the motorbike riders. It is 70,000 dong each. She asks if we will pay for her ride back to Sapa too. Her ride costs 50,000 dong. 190,000 dong is around $10 for the three of us.
Stan hasn’t really ridden pillion before. We ask for helmets. Stan’s helmet has a broken clip. He just holds onto it with one hand. We should insist on one that works. Instead, we climb on our respective bikes and head on up the hill. Stan gallantly takes the camera bag which holds both cameras and 5 lenses. My camera bag still holds two bananas and the uneaten coconut bread.
I am aware that I am much heavier than the slim young man I am hanging on to. I rest my hands on his hips and lean my body close to his, so he knows exactly where my weight is. We negotiate the river crossing and I close my eyes as we ascend the steep dirt road. I don’t open them until we are on the comparative safety of the bitumen. I try and reassure myself that he knows this road like the back of his hand and is used to carrying cargo on the back. My driver accelerates passed Ping, and we have left Stan a long way behind. I worry about his faulty helmet. And I am angry with myself that we didn’t insist on a replacement. I close my eyes again as we overtake a van that is overtaking another van on a blind bend. We are back in the thick of the mountain fog again. Visibility is down to a few metres. The road is wet and in places it has washed away by landslides. I hold on tight as we navigate a couple of creek crossings and try not to bounce off the back of the bike.
Back in Sapa, Stan puts a wad of notes into Ping’s hands. “This is for you and your family” he says, looking deeply into her dark eyes. She thanks him quietly and I notice she has the good grace to put the money straight into her bag without looking at it or counting it. I marvel at her maturity, serenity and strength. She is a remarkable young woman. We embrace, say our farewells and Ping disappears off into the mist. I wonder if I will ever see her again. It is New Year’s Day.
The Parish of St. Francis of Assisi in Meycauayan, Bulacan is the oldest parish in Meycauayan and is also its largest parish, with an estimated population of about 80,000 parishioners. It is also the vicarial seat of the vicariate of St. Francis of Assisi in the Diocese of Malolos.
The parish was founded in 1578 by Fr. Juan de Placencia and Fr. Diego de Oropeza, the first batch of Franciscan priests to reach the Philippines (in 1577). They built a small church in a small area called Sitio Torril (which is now part of Barangay Bahay Pare) which was made up of nipa thatch and bamboo.
The Franciscans left a wooden cross when they left the church. The cross was later found to be in the possession of a resident of Barangay Bahay Pari, whose house is near the site of what may be the original parish church and/or the town center. This discovery was made by three members of the parish's Committee on Church Cultural Heritage in the year 2001. The cross is now known as The Cross of Sitio Torril, which is probably the oldest known religious relic in Meycauayan. Presently, this cross is brought from Barangay Bahay Pari to the parish for public veneration on the parish feast day on October 4.
In the 19th century, Philippine churches were secularized. The first native priest to be assigned as Parish Priest in Meyacauayan was Fr. Esteban Daez, a native of Polo, Obando, Bulacan. During World War II, the church survived of destruction unlike those churches in Manila. But in 1949, the church did not survive its destruction from a fire, known as the Great Fire of Meycauayan.
Artifacts such as old memorabilia, statues, church vestments, records, ciboriums and chalices were some of the casualties of the fire. The magnificent retablo in the Colonial style was destroyed. Only a few artifacts including the tabernacle were saved from the fire. The tabernacle, which was saved from destruction by Fr. Jorge Capistrano, is still in use today. After its destruction, the parish priest, Fr. Anselmo De Leon and a committee formed for the reconstruction of the present church campaigned for donations and help from the people to help them build the church.
Today, the church has undergone some major and minor renovation to restore its former magnificent glory. There have been recent efforts to restore and renovate the church.
My wife recently got back from Santa Fe, visiting her sister. On some of their sight seeing they stopped at this chapel.
El Santuario de Chimayó is a Roman Catholic church in Chimayó, New Mexico, USA. This santuario (Spanish for "sanctuary"), a National Historic Landmark, is famous for the story of its founding and as a contemporary pilgrimage site. It receives almost 300,000 visitors per year and has been called "no doubt the most important Catholic pilgrimage center in the United States."
In the early 19th Century, nineteen families lived in what was then called El Potrero de Chimayó (potrero means pasture). The land where the Santuario now stands belonged to Don Fernando Abeyta, one of the first members of Los Hermanos de la Fraternidad Piadosa de Nuestro Padre Jesús Nazareno (the Penitentes) in the area. Also, he was probably devoted to the Christ of Esquipulas, a pilgrimage site in Guatemala where the clay is ascribed healing power. A nephew of Don Fernando was christened Juan de Esquipulas in 1805.
Fernando Abeyta built a small chapel to the Christ of Esquipulas on the present site around 1810. On November 15, 1813, he wrote to Father Sebastián Álvarez, the parish priest of Santa Cruz de la Cañada, asking him to write to the Episcopal See of Durango for permission to build a bigger church in which the people of El Potrero could worship Jesus as he appeared at Esquipulas and could hear Mass. The next day, Fr. Álvarez wrote the letter, mentioning that cures were reported and many pilgrims were arriving. On February 8, 1814, Francisco Fernández Valentín, Vicar General of the Diocese of Durango, wrote back with permission. By 1816 the chapel was replaced by the present church.
Some say that before the Spaniards arrived, a hot spring that then flowed near the site was sacred to the Tewa Indians for its healing powers.
One version of the legend says that during Holy Week, Abeyta (or a friar) saw a light shining from the hillside and dug the crucifix up with his bare hands. He turned it over to Fr. Álvarez, who took it to the Chimayó church, but the crucifix mysteriously returned to the spot where Abeyta found it. After the third time this happened, Álvarez and Abeyta decided to build a chapel on the spot to house the crucifix.
Another version says Abeyta was watching his sheep and contemplating his blessings, though he was sick, when a vision of his patron saint, San Esquipula, beckoned to him. He went to the place where the saint had appeared and knelt; he was cured immediately. Other people also were cured there, and Abeyta built the chapel in thanks.
A third version says that the crucifix had belonged to a priest from Esquipulas who accompanied the first Spanish settlers in Chimayó. He was killed by Indians and buried in Chimayó. A flood of the Santa Cruz River (a small tributary of the Rio Grande) in the spring of 1810 uncovered the body and the crucifix. People who remembered the priest dedicated the shrine to the Christ of Esquipulas
Church and Baptistery
first, the original sin must be cleared in a Baptistery...
But...I'm not religious!
The pilgrimage church of St. Marinus and Anian
is the Catholic parish church of Wilparting (municipality Irschenberg Miesbach).
Upper Bavaria, Germany
The present church, with the beautiful backdrop of one of the most famous Bavarian Mangfallgebirges photo opportunities owes its baroque exterior renovation of a late Gothic building in 1697 by Johann Mayr Elder.
Instead of the House (1643-1718).
The interior is mainly determined by Baroque style in 1759.
The core of the church is the monumental High grave of the two saints from 1778.
@Wikipedia
Old Catholic Church in Hradec Kralove / Czech Republic.
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Day 146. Somehow ended up walking into the Roman Catholic Cathedral in Norwich today. Often been past but never actually been inside. Very impressive, and in some ways actually better (inside anyway) than the older and better well known Cathedral in Norwich.
My minimalist take on Catholicism
A Cross - to bear
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Toronto's First Post Office (or Fourth York Post Office) is an 1834 post office in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It is the oldest purpose-built and the only surviving example, of a post office that functioned as a department of the British Royal Mail in Canada. After its use as a post office, it was part of a Roman Catholic boys' school and later a cold storage building. Located at 260 Adelaide Street East, the building now houses a museum and a full-service post office, run by the Town of York Historical Society
George and Monica's church, across the street from where they were attending a meeting. It was about 7:00 p.m. on a cloudy evening.