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Every speck of mud tells a story of paths explored and adventures embraced. 🚲💫 #Wanderlust #CycleDiaries
Taken @ Bella's Lullaby.
NS 8114 takes empties west on the Dry Fork Branch toward Iaeger, West Virginia crossing over the massive Trace Fork Bridge near Amonate, Va.
“How I wish I was like the water,
Flowing so freely with every drop
Let my every emotion wonder,
No need to start, nor even stop
How I wish I was like the fire,
Burning with every flame up
Leaving a trace of hot desire
As a Phoenix raises its' wings up
How I wish I was like the earth,
Raising each flower from the ground
Seeing the beauty of death and birth
And then returning to the ground
How I wish I was like the wind,
Hearing each whisper, sound and thought
A lonesome and wandering little wind,
Shattering all that has been sought
Oh, how I wish I was where you are,
Not separated by empty space, so far
It seems like we're galaxies apart,
But we find hope within our heart
And how I wish I was all of the above,
So I can come below and yet forget,
The beauty of angels which come down like a dove
And demons who love with no regret.”
― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
Despite being a substantial village before the Norman Conquest, the description of Alwalton in the Doomsday Book makes no mention of a church. However, they were certain that there was a church a century later because the earliest parts of the present building date back from 1170 and were clearly the extension of an existing building.
This 1170 work (the first two bays of the north aisle with their solid piers, round arches and skilfully carved leaf volute capitals) is not only the most ancient part of the church, it is also the most beautiful.
During the early 13th century the church was considerably extended. The tower was built and the nave lengthened by the insertion of an extra bay at the west end and widened by adding a south aisle. It seems likely that the wonderful carving around the west door was also carried out at this time but it could have been earlier, having been moved from another part of the church.
With the completion of the 13th century work the church became much as we see it today, except for the transepts and chancel. But things might have been very different if plans to rebuild the church around 1300 had been successful. At that time work began on the construction of a central tower along with a high vaulted chancel and vaulted transept. Inexplicably, after about 30 years, the work ceased. The partly completed tower was taken down and only the chancel and transepts remain from this grandiose plan.
During the next 500 years there was only one major alteration and this took place during the 15th century. The nave walls were raised to form a clearstory and the church was re-roofed. Adding the clearstory involved building new arches at the crossing and it was at this time that the 13th century vaulting in the chancel and transepts was destroyed. Traces of the vaulting can still be seen on several walls but we can only imagine how splendid the building would now be if this magnificent ceiling had survived.
By the middle of the 19th century the church had fallen in to a sorry state and extensive repairs were begun in 1840
Pondicherry has a fascinaitng history. It was the only French colony in India until 1954. There is still signs of the old French Quarter which I found intriguing. For what ever reasons, I have found myself living by French Quarters during my life.
It began when I served in Vietnam and saw the beautiful buildings that the French left behind. Then I had the pleasure of living in New Orlean's French Quarter for a while. I love the touch of elegance that they left in Asian countries which were already so very charming. I also love old decaying buildings which have many stories to tell. Thus, I felt compelled to take a picture of this old building on a rue in Pondicherry.