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The Hell Staircase is the final "room" before you descend downstairs to the older part of Burghley again.
This ceiling was Antonio Verrio's last work at Burghley, finished in 1697. The walls were added later by Thomas Stothard. The entrance into Hell is supposedly through a cat's mouth, which is the centrepiece of the ceiling.
Burghley was designed and built between 1555 - 1587 by William Cecil, 1st Lord Burghley and Lord High Treasurer and Chief Minister to Elizabeth I. It wasn't even his primary house but was known as a prodigy house - large, showy country houses!! His descendants have owned and lived in the house until 1981 when it became a charitable trust. A direct descendant of William Cecil, Miranda Rock and her family still live here and she is Director of the trust.
Artista: Hell
Evento: Summer Breeze Open Air Festival
Fotografo: Emanuela Giurano
Data: 18 agosto 2011
Città: Dinkelsbuhl (D)
Queen Street West, Toronto
"'Run Like Hell' is a song on the Pink Floyd album The Wall. It is preceded by 'In the Flesh' and is followed by 'Waiting for the Worms'. The song is from the point of view of anti-hero Pink during a hallucination, in which he becomes a fascist dictator and turns a concert audience into an angry mob. He sends the mob out to raid nearby neighborhoods that are full of minorities.
The music was written by David Gilmour (one of the three songs on The Wall for which Gilmour wrote music), while the lyrics were by Roger Waters alone. On the record, Waters provided the vocals (except for 'Run, Run', in which Gilmour is lead singer). The song features the only keyboard solo on The Wall (although on live performances, 'Young Lust' and 'Another Brick in the Wall, Part II' would also feature keyboard solos); after the last line of lyrics, a synthesizer apparently takes over Waters' singing. Also in the song are the sound of the mob's maniacal laughter, running footsteps, car tires skidding and a loud scream.
This song was originally much longer, however it had to be cut because of the time limitations on the original vinyl record format. Although the lyrics 'You better run like hell' appear several times in the liner notes, they are never actually heard in the song. Near the end, the same piercing shriek (made by Waters) can be heard, almost identical to that heard during 'The Happiest Days of Our Lives' when seguing into 'Another Brick in the Wall, Part II'.
The track is also notable, as it is the only time the band would dabble in the disco genre, which was very popular in the late '70's." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Run_Like_Hell
hope You do well in hell...
(Hell meaning pale meaning pale lager beer)
Paulaner, Giesing / Au (noch...)
Hell, Hammer Open Air festival, Lieto, Finland 20.7.2013
Shot with Canon 5D mk2 + Canon 70-200 f4L lens.
Beer fridges behind the bar at Hell Hunt in Tallinn with bottled beer, mostly foreign but a few Estonian too.
Despite the "Est 1653" on this sign at Hell Hunt, the pub wasn't established until after the Estonian independence in 1991.
Hells Gate is an abrupt narrowing of British Columbia's Fraser River, located immediately downstream of Boston Bar in the southern Fraser Canyon. The towering rock walls of the Fraser River plunge toward each other forcing the waters through a passage only 35 metres (115 ft) wide.
Today, I showed my apartment to a friend who may sublet my place for several months so I can escape this metropoli-hell. I have lived on this corner of Manhattan for almost five years. That is the longest I have lived anywhere since leaving my parents' home fifteen years ago.
The restaurant that has been my safety and my family is closing at the end of the month. I first started working there almost eight years ago. In the nine years that I have lived in New York, I have left dozens of times for periods ranging from several weeks to almost a year. Part of surviving in Manhattan is learning when to leave and when to come back.
Each time I return to the city, no matter how long I have been gone, I could come back with the relief of knowing that I would have a great job waiting for me. Beyond that, I had the security of knowing I could walk through the plastic curtain of Restaurant Florent and find the same fabulous group of people working. People who look forward to my return. People who love and know me better than most of my blood relatives. That will not be true anymore.
Part of me is sad, but mostly I am relieved to watch a period of my life begin to end. I am through.
Every day lately, I walk out my door and look up at the same brick buildings, inhale the same dirty concrete fumes and sigh. Disappointed that it is all still here. Or, perhaps, that I am still here.
I watched a good friend graduate from the United States Military Academy this weekend and become an officer of the Army. He has two months of freedom before beginning five years of service to our country.
Watching him and his friends going through all of the pomp and circumstance, knowing that most of them face a reality of risky unfamiliarity, I could only imagine their ambivalence about proceeding. I have tremendous respect for my young friend.
I recalled my own college graduation and that feeling of unease as one part of my life came to a close and the future was still hopelessly unclear and unformed. I can't pretend to understand the trepidation he must have for his future for although I am still unsure of my purpose, I have the security of knowing that my destiny almost certainly does not include the possibility of going to war.
I have lived dangerously in other far more foolish ways and I feel that it may be time to toe the edge of what is possible again, though I am sad to see what I had disappear.
Like most people, during times of great change, I am nagged by doubts, but ultimately, I know that true happiness is something that has to be actively cultivated. It doesn't happen standing in place waiting.
Once, after a bad breakup, I tried desperately to cling to the shattered remnants of our connection because as much as I wanted it to be over, I didn't want to lose all the good things I had gained knowing him.
A good friend commented to me, "You are like a butterfly trying to be a caterpillar."
It is a metaphor I return to whenever I find myself having a hard time letting go of the past. Because as uncomfortable as change can be, there is nothing worse than the pain of trying to be someone that you simply cannot be anymore.
Artista: Hell
Evento: Summer Breeze Open Air Festival
Fotografo: Emanuela Giurano
Data: 18 agosto 2011
Città: Dinkelsbuhl (D)
A different take on the grass and heaven shot. Different location, but same type of grass (canary grass?). The reddish and purple tones behind the grass give this more of a Dante-like feel, in opposition to the original.
An unexpected fire show on my way home - a straw stack chatched fire in this freezing cold. Jumped out of the car with my trusted Leica of course...
Kortrijk by night. It looks like it's on fire. Kind of like what you see in hell according to 'Constantine' (movie).
Slayer's Testament I
'In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Doom Slayer.'
Slayer's Testament II
'Tempered by the fires of Hell, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For he alone was the Hell Walker, the Unchained Predator, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and he hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but demon had before.'
Slayer's Testament III
'And in his conquest against the blackened souls of the doomed, his prowess was shown. In his crusade, the seraphim bestowed upon him terrible power and speed, and with his might he crushed the obsidian pillars of the Blood Temples. He set forth without pity upon the beasts of the nine circles. Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding, the Doom Slayer sought to end the dominion of the dark realm.'
Slayer's Testament IV
'The age of his reckoning was uncounted. The scribes carved his name deep in the tablets of Hell across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of the demons. They knew he would come, as he always had, as he always will, to feast on the blood of the wicked. For he alone could draw strength from his fallen foes, and ever his power grew, swift and unrelenting.'
Slayer's Testament V
'None could stand before the horde but the Doom Slayer. Despair spread before him like a plague, striking fear into the shadow-dwellers, driving them to deeper and darker pits. But from the depths of the abyss rose. The Great One, a champion mightier than all who had come before. The Titan, of immeasurable power and ferocity. He strode upon the plain and faced the Doom Slayer, and a mighty battle was fought on the desolate plains. The Titan fought with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the Doom Slayer's hand, but there fell the Titan, and in his defeat the shadow horde were routed.'
Slayer's Testament VI
'And in his terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the Hell Walker found the wretch who shall not be named, but in his heresy was loyal to his evil cause. The wretch adorned the Doom Slayer in a mighty armor, wrought in the forges of Hell, impenetrable and unyielding. With sword and shield of adamantine strength, the Doom Slayer set to banishing all that were left unbroken by his savagery to the void.'
Slayer's Testament VII
'Yet as the mighty Titan fell and dread engulfed the armies of Doom, the demon priests of the Blood Temples laid a trap to capture this scourge of Hell. Insatiable, even by the vanquishing of the Great One, the Hell Walker sought prey in the tombs of the Blood Keep. And blinded by his fervor, the lure drew him in. The priests brought down the temple upon the Doom Slayer, and in his defeat entombed him in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of the Doom Slayer was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of Hell that the terror within must never be freed. There he lies still, and ever more, in silent suffering.'
Happy Birthday, Doom!