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I used the cuddle monster design from Urban Threads to jazz up some plain green underpants I bought. I added the text "buttzilla" near it just for fun!
St Mary, Brent Eleigh, Suffolk
Here we are in the gentle yet secretive hills to the east of Lavenham. It was April 2019, and I'd come by the top road from Monks Eleigh, a lonely road where cars rarely stray and grass grows up in the middle. I imagine it was a bleak place in winter, probably snowbound between the hedges. About halfway between the two villages I was woken from my reverie by a large roebuck jumping through a gap in the hedge across the road about ten yards ahead of me. I brought my bike to a swift halt, and watched in wonder as he was followed by two more bucks, and then three, and then a couple more. In the end I watched thirteen of them pass before me, as big as calves.
They knew I was there. They looked back at me from a field of shooting barley, their white rumps in a line. And then they broke for cover, and were gone over the rise.
Still full of this thrilling sight I freewheeled down into the village until I reached the church. It had been several years since my last visit, but I remembered much about the place because St Mary is a church of outstanding interest, but little known to those who rely on older books for the churches they visit, for the great treasure here was not discovered until 1961. Even without knowing about it you can see that this is a lovely village church, rebuilt with 14th Century wealth that came from the cloth trade, for this was one of the villages where wool was spun in river-backed courtyards for the Lavenham merchants.
The name of the village reflects a dramatic event. At some point in its history, it was destroyed by fire (Brent='burnt'). Not far away, there is Bradfield Combust, a name denoting a similar incident. The church sits in a long sleeve of a churchyard, full of robust birdsong in the late winter sunshine, its chancel pointed towards the road. Externally, St Mary is that rare beast in Suffolk, a largely late Decorated building. It looks well on its rising ground. The old door with its ironwork latch is probably the one provided by village carpenter and blacksmith back in the 14th Century, a startling thought. I lifted it, and once again I stepped into the cool inside, a beautiful cool, ancient space, the walls laid with brick, the 19th century furnishings immaculate. Mortlock was right to call it charming.
One of the stories that haunted me as a child was that of Howard Carter finally discovering Tutankhamun's tomb in the Valley of the Kings. If you remember, it was on one of the last days, just before the money ran out. Carter breaks a tiny hole in the seal of the door. He shines his torch through at the treasures beyond. "What can you see?" asks a breathless assistant. "Wonderful things", whispers Carter.
In 1961, the Victorian reredos was removed from the sanctuary of St Mary, to enable a repair to the east wall. Traces of colour were visible behind the thin layer of plaster. Gently, it was removed, revealing, as in Carter's words, wonderful things, for here are some of the finest and most beautiful wall paintings in Suffolk.
Most striking is the crucifixion scene above the altar, forming a retable. The Blessed Virgin and St John flank the crucified Christ. They date from the start of the 14th century, making them roughly contemporary with the figures at Little Wenham and on the Thornham Parva retable. They are similarly angular yet fluid, as though in motion. These are doubly remarkable survivals, for early in 2016 they were attacked by someone with a knife or screwdriver, perhaps someone with an anti-religious mania or a hatred of images. It took over a year for the wallpainting specialist Dr Andrea Kirkham to collect together thousands of flakes of plaster and paint and restore them to their original place. You really would not know to look at it today.
Either side of the reredos are slightly earlier paintings, late 13th Century. To the left, two angels censing a space with thuribles, and the space must have contained an image bracket, probably for a crucifixion, or perhaps an image of the Blessed Virgin. But the most unusual scene is to the right of the crucifixion. This shows the Harrowing of Hell. Christ descends into Hell to free Adam and those condemned before the arrival of salvation. But the most intriguing feature is the figure kneeling in the bottom corner. He is probably the donor, and part of his intecessionary scroll survives.
There was a falling out of fashion for non-liturgical wall paintings in the middle years of the 15th century. Many seem to have been whitewashed then, a full century before the protestant Reformation, not to see the light of day again for nearly half a millennium. Perhaps the two outer scenes were covered then, and the painted reredos lasted until the Reformation itself. Eerily, the scene in this central painting is echoed in the 1860s glass by the O'Connor workshop above, although of course the Victorians cannot have known that they were doing so. And as if the wall paintings were not enough, the sanctuary is contained within another great treasure, the three-sided 17th Century communion rails. There are fewer than half a dozen sets of these in all East Anglia.
The box pews in the nave are complemented by some surviving 15th century benches at the west end. At one time, they may have faced the Decorated parclose screen in the south aisle. It is slightly later than the wall paintings, but you can begin to imagine the Catholic life and liturgy of this place. Mortlock thought it the oldest screen in Suffolk, and curiously St John is represented on it by an eagle, more often on screens in East Anglia he is shown by a poisoned chalice, the eagle surviving elsewhere only at Sotherton in Suffolk and Magdalen in Norfolk. The screened chapel later became a family pew.
Up in the chancel is one of Suffolk's more dramatic memorials. It is to Edward Colman, who died in the 1740s, at a time when many English churches were falling into disrepair, and no doubt welcomed the patronage of those who wished to use the buildings as a kind of mausoleum. Colman reclines life-size behind a spiked iron fence, which looks as if it is there to stop him escaping. These fences are typical of the period, but many must have been removed during World War Two for scrap. There is a pensive smile on his face, as if he is resigning himself to the inevitable. High above, a crown in heaven waits for him, clasped in the chubby arms of a cherub, and Colman stretches out his left hand as if to receive it.
Colman's father is remembered for bequeathing to the church a parish library of more than a thousand books. They had their own building, which was demolished in the restoration of 1860, but the volumes had been dispersed some years earlier. Many can now be found in university libraries around the world. The memorial was apparently the work of Thomas Dunne, who built churches for Hawksmoor. The Colmans, and other parishioners, were baptised in the Purbeck marble font with its elegant cover at the west end of the south arcade. A beautiful light falling into this aisle distracts from the height of the nave, which looks as if it might have been waiting for clerestories and a north aisle before the Reformation intervened. The north wall is home to the royal arms of Queen Anne, relettered for George I, a hatchment, and a surviving biblical inscription from those days when the Elizabethan Settlement tried to make us all into protestants.
The spring afternoon was almost over, a chill beginning to make itself felt in the low sunshine. It was time to head back to Ipswich. I wandered back down to the road in the bright sunlight and headed north into the hills, the haunting and beautiful church at Kettlebaston keeping me company on a ridge to the east. I looked back to make out the tower of Brent Eleigh church behind me. Soon, the low hills enfolded it, and it disappeared.
Here is a new LEGO part idea prototype,
(made with LDD + Photoshop Layers & Mask)
If you think this piece will help you, add it to your favorites.
LEGO has read about this album and, your votes can direct them on the use of the production of these parts. (do we ever know)
Do not forget to look at the album on the right where are all the ideas of parts Prototype =>
Also find all my creations on the Flickr group "News LEGO Techniques".
This Flickr group includes:
- Ideas for new LEGO pieces
- Techniques for assembling bricks
- Tutorials for the manufacture of accessories, objects, ...
We're Here! seeking to save the Rotherham Countryside.
However, I've not been to Rotherham. I visualize the countryside like this photo of Greve Landsby, Denmark. Walking paths, cultivated fields, trees, rocks, nature, traces of former inhabitants. No need to expand urb and suburb everywhere.
here's my first doll, the finished product. she is definitely not my best, that's for sure. although, i did like that she was big and heavy with big hips and floppy limbs :)
Now find Poppets & Lace on Facebook!
Number 94 for 101 Pictures : Water.
A blocked drain, one of many, at a dropped curb on Talbot Avenue, Bournemouth.
British Summer.
We were very lucky to 3 of 4 days of the Air Festival with decent weather.
Here are a few more photos from the Yellowstone trip. I don't know if this car was damaged by bears or it rolled down the side of a mountain. It kind-of looks like the undamaged car in the previous photo.
This is a set of 40 plus black and white photo from Yellowstone National Park. I think they were taken in the 1940's. There is a stamp on the back of the photos the reads "42", So that maybe the year. Some of the photos have names of the places written on the backs, like...Upper Falls, Gibbons River, Yellowstone River Grand Canyon Inspiration Point, Tower Falls, Buffalo In South Dakata, Castle Geyser, Old Faithful, Mammoth Hot Springs, and Bonneville Dam just to name a few.
Some of these old black and white photos look almost professional. There are some lovely scenery photos, photos of bears and people fishing too. I have never been to Yellowstone. It must be breathtaking to see it in person. I hope you enjoy this set of photos and please leave a comment if you like.
Here's the sign for the old Queen City Motel of Independence, Missouri. It's located near the intersection of the 24 Highway and Vassar.
The motel's name comes from Independence's identity as the "Queen City of the Trails." That is, the city was where the famous Oregon and Santa Fe Trails both originated.
Here’s my ITBE Roma Desireable head on a Volks EB Beauty E body. I had her on a MtM body but it was so broad that I didn’t like it and a lot of bodies I tried her out on were either too wide or too petite, or just didn’t look mature enough for. She just has an oddly sized head that’s smaller than usual.
So the moment I tried her head out on this body I was in love. Of course her breast size is ridiculous but I’m loving how well it jives with her head sculpt and all my hybrids are often trying to find the right balance of articulation and personality.
Here Muluneh feeds a sheep ready for market Desho grass, which he grows together with other crops in his farm land. Doyogena, Ethiopia (photo credit: ILRI\Zerihun Sewunet).
Here a test shot for a new project about wuhan duck...
Take with digital and a flash with soft box. I will shot it again with my large format camera.
Most of the trees are going right from green to dropping on the ground skipping the pretty stage this year. Here's one that's cooperating. Union County, NJ October 2008
...it's allright!
It's 90 degrees outside today. I am so ready for summertime!
GTWL- Lyrics (obviously, The Beatles today)
FGR- Welcome to the Land of Dyxie.
Dyxie was one of the first people who's stream I wanted to openly copy on flickr. The fact that today's FGR choice is about doing just that makes me really happy. I was too lazy to seek out wrapping paper after the awful and long day I had at work. Luckily, I have my good old Chucks to help me out. I think Dyxie might be a fan of the Chucks... just guessing.
www.flickr.com/photos/dyxie/sets/72157594543690423/
(I don't know how to link someone's stream neatly on here, so forgive me)
When Nancy and I returned home from the library we found this guy out on the back fence near the feeders. I watched him for a while as he dove into the underbrush behind the fence, trying to get to the small birds hiding there. He did it a few times, but came up empty. During one of his dives a few small birds flew the coup, escaping with their lives. I'm terrible with hawk IDs, but I think this is a Cooper's hawk.
Hint; it's at 1:00 o'clock from the little foreground rock.
This is a favorite place for whale watching. Klamath has an unusual 'local' population of Gray Whales. Usually our California coastline sees these guys during their annual migrations. Here in Klamath, Gray Whales can be seen almost year round.
This is just outside the sandspit at the mouth of the Klamath River.
This is a new photo of me. Just wanted to let you know that I am still here on Flickr and out in the world.
I'm spending the weekend at my boyfriend's family home on the coast. This morning I was looking out from the porch, amazed by how gorgeous of a day it was, and I just wanted to shoot.
This location means a whole lot to me. Tris and I come here to sit and watch the ocean at night whenever we come to this house. It's where we first said I love you. It's one of my happy places.
Here's a painting I did of actor Peter Dinklage, who plays my favorite character Tyrion Lannister, from one of my favorite shows, Game of Thrones. He just won a well-deserved Emmy for his performance, so I figured why not paint over the sketch I did of him a few weeks ago.
There's no place like the Inn at Otter Crest. Here you will find an oceanfront resort hotel wth 35 acres of pristine forested and landscaped grounds, striking ocean views, nature trails, tide pools teeming with life and our own Otter Crest Beach with its ever-present Harbor Seals.
Our family friendly accommodations vary from single rooms to two-bedroom suites, all with private ocean view balconies and the sounds and scents of the ocean. The suites are complete with fireplaces, full kitchens and dining room tables - perfect for your family's vacation.
The Inn is nestled into an oceanside forest with acres of ancient trees, ferns, shrubs and native plants. Here you will find the best of Oregon's famous coastline with its spectacular rock formations, wild surf and pristine beaches.
While staying at the Inn you’ll find that many of the Oregon coast’s wonders are within walking distance. Every day our resident Harbor Seals perch on the rocks and can be viewed from many of our rooms as well as our front lawn. Whale watching at the Inn has become a popular year-around attraction since our part of the coast seems to have attracted several resident whales.
Harbor Seals
Trail to Beach
The Otter Crest tide pools are considered to be some of Oregon’s most prolific and are accessible at low tide every day. The Inn’s private stairway leads to the beach and tide pools. Otter Crest Beach is a popular place to pick up many colored pebbles and agates. A stroll southward from the stairs takes you past a small waterfall to the cave entrance of the Devil’s Punchbowl, a natural formation that can be entered at low tide.
Oceanfront Swimming Pool
Childrens Playground
Located on the Inn’s 35 acres is a landscaped children’s playground, an acre-sized grass lawn for yard games and events, a large heated outdoor swimming pool with adjoining Jacuzzi and two saunas, an outdoor tennis court, a picnic area with barbeques, and a nature preserve with ancient trees.
Old Growth Spruce
Nature Preserve
A 10 minute walk through our preserve takes you to Beverly Beach and the village of Otter Rock. Beverly Beach is a wide and pristine beach that extends from Otter Rock for 5 uninterrupted miles to the Yaquina Head light house. Surfers are present almost every day near the Otter Rock access. And it’s a great place to fly a kite.
Fun on Beverly Beach
Beverly Beach Treasures
Beverly Beach is thought to be one of the best places along the coast to pick up agates and fossils. About 15 million years ago many forms of shelled creatures were buried in the sandstone that is now exposed as cliffs along the beach. This winter an ancient stump washed in and lodged just below the Devil’s Punchbowl State Park. The snapshot shown here was taken in May. Another stump is on display at the Beverly Beach State Park about a mile south. It was carbon dated as being 4,200 years old.
Whale Watching
Ancient Stump
In Otter Rock is the Devil’s Punchbowl State Park with views into the Punchbowl, a collapsed sea cave. Whale watching is popular here and official whale watch stations are set up during the major whale migrations.
Flying Dutchman Fall Wine Grape Crush
Award Winning Wine
Otter Rock is home to the country’s western-most winery. Established in 1997 this small winery has gained national recognition for their unique method of fermenting their wines under the ocean’s salt spray. The Flying Dutchman Winery is open every day from 11 am to 6 pm during the summer months and 11 am to 5 pm the remainder of the year. Reservations for tours and barrel tasting can be made by calling 541-765-2553. See dutchmanwinery.com for more information.
Also in Otter Rock is an Oregon Coast icon, Mo’s Seafood Restaurant. Known for their chowder, Mo’s has been delighting seafood aficionados for many years.
Perhaps the most photographed attraction on the entire Oregon Coast is JoAnn’s 1934 Dodge Ice Cream and Espresso Truck. She, too, is an Otter Rock icon serving up lattes, espresso, ice cream and her ever present smile.
INN AT OTTER CREST 1-800-452-2101