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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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The Bohemian's built a church on the high plains. Caught on film, Reality So Subtle 6x6 pinhole camera, Ilford film and caffenol developer.
This was the first Catholic Church in the Northern Neck of Virginia. It was dedicated in 1885 as St Francis Catholic Chapel and is located in Kilmarnock, VA. Until 1915 priests came by steamship from Fredericksburg down the Rappahannock River because the congregation was not large enough for a full time priest. A new brick church was dedicated as St. Francis de Sales Catholic Church in 1956 (picture in first comment). In the 1980’s this old church was restored and named Palmer Hall after John Palmer who donated the land.
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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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.
On the occassion of the homecoming of the image of the Stmo. Nombre del Nino Jesus after a 2 month pilgrimage ending as the Ayala, Alabang Residence of Sapian Mayor Arturo Orosco, Philippines
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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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.