Church cross
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Old Church manipulated in PS
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red devil with cross shadow
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Mission in San Diego, California, at sunset.
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Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s masterful and thought provoking poem The Raven _Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, / Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, / While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, / As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. / `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - / Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, / And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. / Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow / From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore - / For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - / Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain / Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; / So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating / `’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - / Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - / This it is, and nothing more,’ Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, / `Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; / But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, / And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, / That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door; - / Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, / Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before / But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, / And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’ / This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’ / Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, / Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. / `Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; / Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - / Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - / ‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’ Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, / In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. / Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; / But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - / Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - / Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, / By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, / `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven. / Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - / Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, / Though its answer little meaning – little relevancy bore; / For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being / Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - / Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, / With such name as `Nevermore.’ But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, / That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. / Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered - / Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - / On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’ / Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’ Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, / `Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, / Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster / Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - / Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore / Of “Never-nevermore.”’ But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, / Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; / Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking / Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - / What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore / Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’ This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing / To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; / This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining / On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, / But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, / She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer / Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. / `Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee / Respite – respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! / Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! - / Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, / Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - / On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore - / Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! / By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore - / Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, / It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - / Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting - / `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! / Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! / Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door! / Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting / On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; / And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, / And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; / And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor / Shall be lifted – nevermore!_
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I’ve always loved Margaret Widdemer’s poem, “The Watcher.” I’ve coupled it with an image I took of a steeple of a very old church in Houston, Texas. I hope that those who have suffered the loss of a mother will find comfort in this photo. My mother is still alive and I am grateful for her; I created this image for those whose mothers are no longer with them and who suffer loneliness, especially during the holidays and on birthdays and anniversaries of death.
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“Praying for Rain” Photography & Artwork / by Holly Kempe © “As the farmer knelt down on the salty sand, / He needed rain to save his land. / The crops were wilting, the cattle all dead, / He looked around, not a word was said. / The ground was dry, where is the rain? / What could stop this worthless pain? / The farmer cursed in sheer despair, / He did not have a drop to spare. / A thundercloud covers the western sky, / A bolt of lightning explodes near by. / The farmer looks up and begins to pray, / Hoping that the rain will come his way. / Then drip-by-drip it starts to fall, / The crystal water like a clear glass wall. / The trees and flowers all in bloom, / Then once again, gone is the gloom. / The water fills the old parched creek, / The rivers bulge as the waters peak. / The mud squelches through the farmer’s dry old / hands, / As he thanks the Lord for saving his land.” / ~ Meg Hayes Year Seven / St Mary’s Primary School Praying for Rain was featured in the: Redbubble Homepage – November 08
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Built around 1815 this church in the hills of Chimayo, New Mexico, is considered a masterpiece of colonial folk art and architecture and has been deemed a National Historic Landmark. Famed for its miraculous cross and the healing powers of the soil, the Prayer Room is filled with candles, cards & crude hand made shrines as well as crutches and braces testifying to miracles. Directly across the road they sell the best chili powder money can buy. /
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St Nicholas Chapel St Ives Cornwall England
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I am not religious, at all, but i do find religous things interesting. / This is the city of Leeds Cathedral (well a small part of it!)
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Image by photographer Glennis Siverson, www.glennisphotos.com. Altar candles in a church in Santa Fe, New Mexico. “The light of the body is the eye.” – Matt. 6:22
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Placed in the Top 10 in the Crosses Challenge in the group Historic Churches in July 2009 / Featured in the group For the Love of Jesus in February 2009 / Featured in the group Living Christianity Completely escavated from an abandoned salt mine, this underground Cathedral in Zipaquira, Cundinamarca, Colombia is completely carved out of salt and mineral rock from the gigantic vaults where salt had previously been mined.
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The cross on the roof of St Mary’s Church in Inglewood Central Victoria
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St. Peters Cathedral. / North Adelaide, South Australia. .
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Three Celtic Crosses looking out to sea in Coverack, on the Lizard Peninsula, Cornwall. I took this a few weeks ago while on holiday, and I am hoping that this will inspire me to get more done. I chose to do this as selective colouring, keeping the sea as colour. Hope you like it. / Thanks for looking. Pentax K110D. / Pentax 18-55mm Lens.
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Crucifixion
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I added some drama.. but I do so love the Russian Orthodox Churches in the city.. this one is off Gary Street.
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“Live Life For Today And Save A Smile For Somebody Tomorrow” – David Photograph was taken in March 2009 at Canterbury Cathedral, Kent, UK / One of the entrance’s to the Cathedral down this narrow road. Canterbury Cathedral / Please see Video Equipment used:- Praktica luxmedia 4008 “Long View To Canterbury” © Copyright – 2009 / All Rights Reserved – MCN: C0BE7-B400E-C8DF6 /
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Taken In Amherst county Virginia… With a Canon Digital Rebel XSI…...Orton effect used in Photoshop / 1/125 / ISO 200 / 45.0mm / WB custom
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This is the steeple of Santa Croce (Holy Cross) church in Assisi, Italy overlooking a beautiful green valley. This church was built in the 13th Century and is therefore older than our country!! / I could not believe my luck to get such a great vantage point. / Assisi was definitely one of the highlights of our trip and this is one of my favourite photos! / FEATURED in the I LOVE ITALY Group. Thank You.
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Featured For The Love Of Jesus – 8/5/2009 / The Picture of Scripture – 5/29/2009 / You’re Accepted – 5/25/2009 While out on a church picnic celebrating Memorial Day Sunday, May 24, 2009 at Camp El-Har in Dallas, TX, I noticed this cross atop one of the cabins. We had cloudy skies with scattered thunderstorms in the forecast, but the rain stayed away. I went horseback riding (one of my most favorite things to do) with two of my nieces, and the pastor of our church. There was honeysuckle all along the trail, it smelled so sweet. All that came had a great time. Taken with a Kodak Easyshare Z812 IS HD camera with image stabilizer, Schneider-Kreuznach/Variogon 36mm-432mm (equivalent) AF 12X Optical Zoom.
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..belonging to the Abbey of Heisterbach, Germany
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Best viewed LARGE The augur was a priest and official in the classical world, especially ancient Rome and Etruria. His main role was to interpret the will of the gods by studying the flight of the birds (whether they are flying in groups/alone, what noises they make as they fly, direction of flight and what kind of birds they are), known as “taking the auspices.” The ceremony and function of the augur was central to any major undertaking in Roman society-public or private-including matters of war, commerce, and religion. / Wiki
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I shot this on Thanks Giving Day on the roof of a church. It was about forty feet to the roof. as I reached the roof the ladder collapsed and I rode the ladder all the was to the ground and smashed my ankle, it was sore for a month. My friend and I got to shout for maybe 10min. before the cops showed up. I thought they were going to arrest us for sure. But they let us go and I got 2 sweet shots and that is why I call this shot Thanks Giving Day.
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This is the church of St Winnow, which lies on the banks of the River Fowey, just below Lostwithiel in Cornwall, England. The church was featured in the 1977 BBC series of Poldark, which starred Anghard Rees and Robin Ellis, as Ross Poldark. This capture was shot in colour, but converted to B+W with an IR filter in CS3. I quite like the effect, and I hope you do too. / Thank you for looking. Best Viewed Large. Pentax K110D. / Pentax 18-55mm Lens.
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