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Window on the Centro Privado de Enseñanza Sagrat Cor Diputació school building at the corner of Carrer de la Diputació and Carrer de Bailén in the Eixample district of Barcelona, Catalunya.
Lite snett och vint, men mycket fint ändå... (; (11 foton sammanfogade, 9000*7000px)
A bit crooked, but I still like it... (; (11 photos merged, 9000*7000px)
I have taken these photos in order to use them for 3D modeling. I like mapping images onto surfaces, and putting decals onto them. These photos are raw JPEGs which haven't undergone any treatment at all - no reduction, no re-sizing, no auto contrast or auto levels or anything. Please feel free to grab anything you like and use it for your projects. Some may require cropping and sharpening, colour calibration, etc., but you surely know all that. Best of luck with your projects.
Well I did warn you that I’d be posting doors and windows and in this shot you get both. Never let it be said that I don’t offer good value.
This is the rather lovely Blacksmith’s Shop at Fort Nelson. It does make me wish that I was a bit better with a saw than I actually am; if I’d made this I’d be rather pleased with myself.
Every morning, as soon as I wake up, I open my window and see her on the other side, in the orange building, opening her brown wooden shatters, catching the first rays of sun and looking at the canal beneath her. Wind playing with her golden hair and sun reflecting her true eye color.
In every morning, she waters her beautiful yellow, orange, pink and red flowers. I could see love in her eyes. She loved and cared about them so much. When she is done, she goes back in. Some days I get to see her more than once and for that I thought I had luck.
One morning, I woke up and went to my window right away, opened the shatters and looked at her window. She was not there. The shutters were closed and her flowers weren’t there as well. I thought I may have been a bit early and decided to wait for few more moments. An hour passed, yet she was not there. I began to question if she might have seen me, and thought I was so annoying for looking at her every single day. I went to work but all I could think about was her. And her bright green eyes, her beautiful hair and charming smile. I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked for permission to leave early and went to her building. I stood there for over an hour thinking that she might have appear coming in or going out, but no one came. I decided to try and go in. But I faced a difficult problem, first I do not know her name to ask about her, I have no idea what is her apartment’s number, and I need either a key or someone’s approval to inter the building. I decided to go back and wait a little more out side; someone may come any time soon.
Sun began to set, everything turned orangey. I sat on the door’s step, placing my head on the door, looking at the purple orange sky, wondering why I was attracted to this woman. Suddenly, I heard a sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the door and the door was opened. I stood up, my face filled with hope and smiled to whoever it was that will open the door. An old lady opened the door. She looked at me in wonder and asked: “What do you want son? You’ve been sitting here all day? I saw you from my window.”
I looked at her pale face and brown eyes and said: “I’m sorry to bother you madam, but I uh… I don’t know how to explain this… I …”
“What? Say what you want son, I don’t have all day”
“Sorry, but I want to ask about the blond green eyed young lady living in this building!”
“Blond? What lady?”
“She lives in front of my apartment!”
“I’m sorry son; you must be mistaken, look in the other building!”
“No, she lives at this orange building, I saw her everyday, but I didn’t today!”
“Son, there is no blond living in this building, I’m sure, I’m the land lord of this building and I know every one living here”
“But, that is impossible, I saw her. I see her every single morning! She is in the flat that looks over the canal!”
“Come with me, the only apartment I have looking over the canal is this, follow me”
She took me in the building, to the second floor. She stood in front of a green door that had the number 3 fixed on it. She put her hand in her pocket and took out a bunch of keys all attached in one key chain. Looked through them and picked one. Then, she unlocked the door and showed me the empty, dusty deserted room. I went in, looked around. From looking at how much dust there was, I could say that no one touched this room for over a year. I slowly walked towards the window, small sun rays could escape into the room from a crack in the brown wooden shutters. I opened it and saw my window. Then looked at the old lady, she smiled and said: “I don’t know if what you saw was true, but this apartment has not been used for more than two years and a half.”
I nudged and looked back at the window, and as I attempted to walk away, I saw something beneath my foot. I leaned down and picked it up. It was a small fresh red rose leaf. I held it tight in my hand and went out of the apartment...
....The End....
A short story I've written for this shot. Hope you'll enjoy reading it and the photo ^_^
Shot taken in Venice =D
Yesterday, my youngest daughter, Elizabeth was married in Chester Avenue Baptist Church in Middlesboro, Ky. This window is in the back of the sanctuary. I was told the stained windows were over 150 years old and was imported from England or Italy. When the photographer was getting shots of the wedding dress, I decided to sneak in a few shots. This one was a mishap, due to my speed light failing to fire. While the shot was way underexposed to show the detail of the dress, the natural light enhanced the color of the window and left the glow coming through the dress, Instead of correcting the exposure, I decided to leave it.
Memorial window to local brewer, John Simpson and his wife, Hannah. Installed in 1929 in the church of St Thomas Becket, Chapel en le Frith, Derbyshire. The glass ( signed in the bottom right hand light but impossible to photograph from floor level) is by Archibald John Davies of Bromsgrove.
The theme is the martyrdom of St Thomas Becket, to whom the church is dedicated. Becket himself is shown in the centre light (and his face appears to be modelled on a real person). The side lights illustrate the story of his martyrdom, beginning with Henry II complaining to his knights about his, 'turbulent priest'. The knights then confront Becket in Canterbury cathedral and execute him on the spot. The fourth picture shows the repentance and penance of the king.
The emblems at the base of the centre light include a beehive, a reminder that John Simpson was an enthusiastic beekeeper.
St Peter, Nowton, Suffolk
Nave, north aisle windows. Continental and English glass, 16th and 19th Century.
To stand at Nowton church, or the almshouses where the friendly keyholder is, you would not think that we could be so close to Bury St Edmunds. Here, in rolling west Suffolk, woods and copses hide the next parish in any direction, creating an intimacy that is not belied by the occasional hazy distant view from a ridge or hilltop. Nowton church sits on one particular hill, a long track leading up from the nearest road into the silence of its tree-shrouded churchyard, an oasis of lush botanical green in the agricultural expanses.
A mile or so off in the Bury suburbs is Nowton Country Park, one of the main recreational areas of the town, and the former grounds of Nowton Hall. The Hall was the home of the fabulously wealthy Oakes family, and in 1811 Elizabeth Frances Oakes, wife of Orbell Ray Oakes and Lady of the Manor, died at the age of 42. She was buried in Nowton church, which must have been a very plain and ramshackle structure in those Georgian days. However, over the next ten years something extraordinary happened here, as we will see.
Essentially, the church in which Elizabeth Oakes was buried was a 14th century building with surviving Norman details, before the Victorians went to work on it. Walking around it, the graveyard is a strikingly beautiful adornment, still with an air of the early 19th century, with the kind of trees that Lords of the Manor and Rectors-of-leisure liked to plant in those days, including a glorious cedar. Stepping inside, this is a pleasant, shipshape little church. All around are memorials to the Oakes family in the 19th and 20th Centuries, but it probably won't be them that catches your eye, because Nowton is home to one of the largest and best collection of continental glass in England.
Not far from Nowton is Rushbrooke, which in the early 19th Century was the home of the eccentric Colonel Rushbrooke, an avid antiquarian and carpenter who I am afraid was not above the odd spot of forgery. He refurnished Rushbrooke church in the manner of the Cambridge college chapel of his youth, giving it a Henry VIII royal arms into the bargain. Items that he collected can be found in several churches in the eastern counties, for Colonel Rushbrooke spent many happy months in the first decade of the 19th century trawling around the Low Countries and buying up wooden panels and painted glass from monasteries. Many of these monasteries had been closed and ruined in the aftermath of the French Revolution and the following Napoleonic Wars, and their treasures were easily acquired for the right price.
At this time, Orbell Ray Oakes was struggling with a way to make Nowton church into a more fitting and beautiful last resting place for his wife. His solution was to purchase perhaps as many as eighty continental panels from Rushbrooke. They were installed between about 1816 and 1820 by the Norwich stained glass artist Samuel Yarington, who was an expert in these matters, working with the Norwich antiquities dealer Christopher Hampp to supply and install continental glass, mostly depicting scriptural and allegorical subjects, to English churches, mainly in the Norwich area. In those days before the great revival of church art later in the century, most English churches were very plain, especially in puritan East Anglia, and in any case coloured glass of English manufacture was not easily come by. The installation of panels of continental glass would be an easy solution, and even a few panels would be an adornment to a simple church. The Nowton scheme, of course, goes much further than this.
The panels are to be found in every window except the west window. The panels in the east window are set in nine groups of five, the larger panel in the centre of each group and four smaller panels orbiting around it in a sea of Yarington's patterned glass. There is no obvious sequential order or theological structure, and so it must be assumed that Oakes' intention was purely decorative, to beautiful his wife's last resting place. The panels were reordered on two occasions later in the century as Nowton church was restored and extended, but the original configuration of the east window in particular was not altered much. There are slightly odd panels depicting knights on brasses by John Sell Cotman set at the base of someof the aisle windows. When the glass was restored in 1970, some panels from the demolished Dagnams Hall in Essex were added at the bottom of the east window to replace glass of Yarington's that had perished.
At the west end of the south aisle is the elegant memorial to Elizabeth Oakes by John Bacon Jr. It shows her praying against an angled tombchest on the other side of which are a cross and an open book reading Thy Will Be Done. Under the tower, a brass plaque tells us that this church was embellished & decorated with painted glass collected from the Monasteries at Brussels, an Organ erected with a Peal of Six Bells, at the Expense & Gift of Orbell Ray Oakes Esq. The inhabitants inscribe this tablet as a memorial of his liberality, 1820.
Orbell Ray Oakes died in 1837 as the Victorian era began, and his son Henry James Oakes, the new Lord of the Manor, bankrolled a considerable restoration of the church under the architect Anthony Salvin. The construction of a neo-Norman north aisle necessitated the moving of some of the panels, and possibly the acquisition of some more. The nave and chancel were essentially rebuilt and the building was reroofed. The elegant remains of the medieval screen were retained, and all in all this must have been a very shipshape little building by the end of the 1870s. The Oakes family continued to live in the parish at Nowton Court, built in the 1830s. In the 20th Century, Nowton Park was acquired by St Edmundsbury District Council. The last of the Oakes family is still alive today, in her nineties, but after her the dynasty will be no more.
Around the walls of the church, memorials recall members of the Oakes family, some dying out in the Empire, some of the younger ones falling on the battlefields of France in the First World War. But having said all this, I do think this building escapes being merely a mausoleum to the Oakes family. Perhaps it is the simplicity of their memorials, or the sense of life in the building, despite its remoteness. Even so, the overwhelming feeling is of the century that rebuilt it and adorned it, which is just as it should be.