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View from Sedling Vein lead mine workings in Weardale on a cold February afternoon. The Burnhope burn reservoir in the distance feeds in to the head of the river Wear.
Another fine walk from the Pathfinder Guides North East England Heritage Walks guide. Really enjoying ticking off these walks - though starting to realise why a pair of good photographer gloves should be added to my kit; wind chilled fingers operating a freezing camera body tempt me into rushing which defeats the purpose somewhat.
Day 349 [12-14-2016]
New places, new photos. I spent this afternoon after work looking for a new place to shoot. To my luck, I had found a marina that I have never been to before. I scouted it out and shot a couple photos before Scott asked me to meet up. I brought him to the location and we got some pretty amazing photos. I have had a bit of an obsession with docks recently and it is not dying anytime soon. I will find more. I will.
I can't wait to see what the next day brings!
This abstract is built around the Previous image of an anchor in the waters of Lake Garda, Italy. This creation takes it out of the water
All bridges lead to St Paul's Cathedral, shot a million times no my turn with an angle and slight desaturation in the toning, I quite like this :)
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Gargoyle from Notre Dame in Reims - the black stuff is lead. The original lead roof on the church melted when the church was severely damaged in the First World War, which had this rather strange effect.
At Palais du Tau - the former palace of the archibishop of Reims. It was here the French king stayed before his coronation in the cathedral close by and after the coronation the banquet was held here - the first recorded one in 990 and the last in 1825. The palace gets its name from the Greek letter Tau which shape it resembled, a name first attested in the 12th century.
The first attested building in the place was a late Gallo-Roman villa, later to be replaced by a Carolingian palace. This in turn was rebuilt and now the oldest part of the palace is the chapel (dating to 1207) and the rest of the palace dates to around 1500 (with a later, Baroque face-lift 1671-1710). The palace was damaged by fire in 1914. It now houses the Musée de l'Œuvre which shows a great collection of pieces of art connected with the cathedral - from statues and tapestries to reliquaries and items used at the coronations.
There are differences between the two, but another term for stained glass is leaded glass. We tend to see the images in stained glass, particularly ecclesiastical stained glass, as if they were two-dimensional cartoons without being aware of the lead that holds the composition together.
So, during an intermission in a recent nighttime performance at Portand's First Baptist Church, I took the opportunity to photograph a leaded glass window from the inside, thereby capturing the lead tracery as well as the jewel-like tones of the old glass.
As an aside, it would alarm some Baptists and some Muslims to learn that they share an aversion to representations of the human figure in their art. The First Baptist Church is a magnificent Richardsonian Romanesque structure whose interior decoration consists entirely of botanical motifs and geometric designs. Even Jesus's usual spot on the altar cross is vacant.
My immediate take on this fear of idolatry is that it silences an important source of stories. In other religious traditions, to enter a church is to be surrounded by images that repeat and reinforce the tenets of the faith. Looking at the ceiling of the First Baptist Church, with its abundant flowers and vines, will most likely remind the faithful that it's time to prune the shrubs.
Having said that, I discovered the Biblical characters at First Baptist inhabit the stained glass windows there. In fact, even this small sample of the glass there's a bit of the eagle of St. John the Evangelist. What happens when you see the eagle or, in this case, just a few of its wing feathers? Well, if you paid attention in Sunday School or Art History, you're drawn into a meditation upon "a figure of the sky, and believed by Christian scholars to be able to look straight into the sun. ... This symbolizes that Christians should look on eternity without flinching as they journey towards their goal of union with God."
I'm not endorsing the content of that message here, just admiring the universal human impulse to express complex ideas through symbolic images.
I wasn’t specifically seeking the CSX Tropicana Juice Train on its thrice-weekly way north from Bradenton, but heading south on US 41, I noted that the bridge spanning the Palmetto River had been lowered. Assuming that the train had not already just crossed, I knew I had but 10 minutes to pull off the highway, find a parking spot and then dash to a suitable photting spot. Phew! I made it with just one minute to spare, a lucky day. Leading the double-headed consist was CSX #973, nicely side-lit in the mid-morning sunshine. It is a GE AC4400CW. Out of view behind it is sister locomotive #3360.
While spending the weekend near DC visiting family, I stepped out for a bit with my brother-in-law to explore a little bit of Virginia. After being asked by two drunk hillbillies to leave the area I was first set up in, we ended up a bit down this road taking some star trails and then stopped here before we headed back. Those hillbillies just couldn't seem to understand why I was taking pictures of the stars and it's nights like this one that are exactly why.
Rear Gardens of Shugborough Hall, Staffordshire
"Situated on the edge of Cannock Chase, Shugborough Hall built in the 18th Century was the home of the Earls of Lichfield"
There are few sights more deeply driven in my mind than this – the languid straight shot of Brown Road, appearing to approach a dead end at the old Miller's store. It was buried in my memory from years before I held a camera, from some half-known history in my childhood mind. All roads lead to here, supposedly, though a closer look gives away the north/south cross of Mount Hanley Road. There stands the middle point between Bay Shore and Annapolis Valley. Once a more significant centre, upon a time. Store and schoolhouse, grist mill on Sheep Shearer Brook, small Baptist church up the way. All those buildings still stand save the mill, but somewhat less lively these days. My passage is carried by all ghost-like and dreaming, where black trees drift in dark silhouette. Sometimes a shadow of all that was and will be – often my heart held dearest by loneliness.
February 4, 2025
Mount Hanley, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6295 of my daily journal.
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