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Every year I try to get to some bluebell woods (not last year of course) and this year was no exception. A 4:30 alarm call and forty minute drive, are we all mad or what !!
The same wood as the last image, how different it looks !!
Just returning from our annual Pilgrimage to Tofino where a shorebird festival is hosted every year. My husband and I decided to keep our plan to go even if the weather forecast had shifted at the last minute and wildlife photography opportunities were going to be limited. This time the forecast was right and we sure had a load of rain and fog. But, Tofino rain or shine or fog is still Tofino.... I know that these distant shots are not as popular as close-up but I like to take them.... It is always a challenge to try a full frame on these scenes of wildlife in their habitat. Here is a marble godwit (left) with a Whimbrel (right) .... We have been visiting Tofino for several years and we always find practically at the same location a pair of Whimbrels with one solitary godwitt hanging around together... never the other way around.... makes me wonder if they are the same birds, like us, on their annual pilgrimage to Tofino :) . The irony of it all is that while we were away, Victoria had a real windfall of shorebirds of all kinds. As many as 30 Whimbrels among other things showed up at the Victoria Golf Course.... that is life I guess :) I will be posting more from Tofino over the next couple of days.
To prove his loyalty to the Cross and the Empire, Pribislav accompanied Henry the Lion on a year-long journey to Jerusalem, where they joined pilgrims at the holy sites, prayed at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, and demonstrated their submission to Christian authority by venerating relics and fulfilling pilgrimage vows.
Croagh Patrick is a mountain and an important site of pilgrimage in County Mayo, Ireland.
From ancient times pilgrims have climbed the mountain barefoot, as an act of penance.
The city of Cairo was founded in 969 as the royal city of the Fatimid dynasty. In 1092, the vizier Badr al-Jamali had a second wall built around Cairo. Bab Zuweila was the southern gate in this wall. It has twin towers (minarets) which can be accessed via a steep climb. In earlier times they were used to scout for enemy troops in the surrounding countryside, and in modern times, they are hailed for providing one of the best views of Old Cairo.
The structure also has a famous platform. Executions would sometimes take place there, and it was also from this location that the Sultan would stand to watch the beginning of the hajj, the annual pilgrimage to Mecca.
Sometimes the severed heads of criminals would be displayed along the tops of the walls. This was done as recently as 1811, when the severed heads of Mamluks from the Citadel massacre were mounted on spikes here.
The corresponding gate on the northern side of the city was the Bab al-Futuh, which still stands on the northern side of the Muizz street.
It is always with a sense of anticipation when I visit one of my favourite churches. If I have not been for a while I will often feel a 'calling' to return.
The atmosphere of the church will envelop me and I know I have to go.
This church is St. Mary's, and is only a ten minute walk from where I live. This day I walked a different way, through a small park, and the morning light lit up the pampas grass.
I am going to add on a thank you here to everybody who has supported me on Flickr. With this third batch of images that I have uploaded, this image being the first of those, I have done this with more confidence this time round because of all your support. Nobody really saw my images except my partner, my parents, and a couple of close friends, for over 25 years. I worked in isolation, never really thinking it was good enough. Things changed when I lost some members of my family under difficult circumstances, and to save my heart I picked up my camera again on the advice of a gentle man of faith. I am grateful to him, and I wish to say a big thank you to all of you.
Thank you, all, Shelley.
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...if you arrived from another planet you'd think humans came to worship here or something. Harry Potter has a lot to answer for.
original photographs, snapseed, procreate, apple pencil— includes six figures from the union street sculptors’ ‘under wraps’ group sculpture, photographed at the 10th palmer sculpture biennial in 2022
I have rested for a while, my pilgrimage nearly at its end
I constantly seek a connection, my spirit searching for meaning
But often I feel as though I have just missed you
In reaching for you it's as if I am trying too much
You come to me at the point of stillness,
Often when I turn around to say goodbye
And then I see your glory and inspiration
And marvel that I did not see you before
But I was not looking in the right places
Because you were always there beside me
It is as though we have to stop to start
And the pilgrimage just opens our heart
This beautiful detail of a Stained Glass Window in Glynde Church, Sussex, UK of St.Peter’s resting feet made me think of those who undertake a difficult pilgrimage, some going barefoot all the way, and the dedication it takes to do this. Not only that, it was the fact that these feet looked so vulnerable. And this is the meaning of pilgrimage, to make ourselves open and receptive to what thoughts or guidance that might come. It is the journey, rather than the destination that is often important.
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I already posted a summer version of Maria Eich (see comments) and I'll just insert the same text here:
The pilgrimage church Maria Eich has quite a history of miracles:
In 1710 the blacksmith sons Franz and Kaspar Thallmayr from Planegg placed a Loreto image of Mary in a hollow oak. Twenty two years later a day laborer made a pilgrimage to the Virgin Mary in the oak tree and recovered from an injury. As early as 1734, the influx of those in need was so great that a hut was built that surrounded the tree with the miraculous image. In 1742 a brick church building was built around the oak, which was consecrated on May 18, 1768. A hermitage was built in 1745, which also served as a school from 1790 to 1804.
Maria Eich gained supraregional importance in 1775 when the Bavarian Elector Max III. Joseph held a par force hunt in the forest. A hunted deer sought refuge by the chapel. The elector saw the miraculous image and spared the animal. To commemorate this event, a memorial plaque was attached to the chapel after the elector's death.
Maria Eich is still a popular pilgrimage destination, no pilgrims today though.
El Santuario de Chimayó is a Roman Catholic church in Chimayó, New Mexico, United States. (Santuario is Spanish for "sanctuary".) This shrine, 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.
All shots of this series done with Leica M8 plus Voigtlander AS 2.8/90 wide-open. The location is one of Hertfordshire's garden centres (which, as I have told you before, I do regard as one of our barometers gauging the status of contemporary culture). This time, I had the chance of talking things through with one of the managers of the centre. First, the garden centre acquires and exhibits sculptures (and almost all sorts of them) because customers buy them. No surprise here, but as well no explanation as why they do so. Two, and importantly, the centre displays the sculptures according to visual criteria (difference of colour, background, focal or points of attraction). Three, the sculptures (as stand alone figures or in clusters) are located on critical junctions of the passage way through the centre. All this, in my view, creates a semi-sacred topography where customers (believers in the regeneration and wholeness of nature) perambulate as if on a procession. The content and individuality of any specific religion does not seem to matter, however, a general and undefined kind of spirituality does.
We visited Roseberry Topping and Newton Woods, today, on our annual pilgrimage to see the beautiful natural display of Bluebells. Walking up through the trees, we could hear a Cuckoo and the flowers were at their very best.
This is my second favourite from yesterday's light extravaganza in Upper Padley.
Looks like a still from a film I feel.
Make of it what you will.
Happy days.
Chanctonbury Ring is a prehistoric hill fort atop Chanctonbury Hill on the South Downs, on the border of the civil parishes of Washington and Wiston in the English county of West Sussex. A ridgeway, now part of the South Downs Way, runs along the hill.
After its final abandonment around the late fourth century AD, the hill fort remained unoccupied save for grazing cattle until a mid-18th-century landowner planted a ring of beech trees around its perimeter to beautify the site. They became a famous local landmark until largely being destroyed in the Great Storm of 1987. Periodic replanting on a number of occasions to replace old or destroyed trees has afforded archaeologists the opportunity to carry out a series of excavations which have revealed much about the history of the site.
It was certainly worth visiting, very enjoyable indeed. I found this particular group of trees fascinating, like a mother and her children.
Standard iPhone shot, tickled in Snapseed on iPad Pro.
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