Twelfth Night is heading this way fast, so let's get Christmas out of the way and look forward to spring.
This was taken from the Cathedral choir stalls on New Year's morning.
Moody? The mood was one of lots of people milling around and chatting about how great the organ recital had been, while the sun streamed through the stained glass windows. We were so "moody" we went straight off to the patisserie for yummy lunch.
The view through the door gives a feeling of intimacy to what was a large gathering. I especially like the golden beads a large paper stars on the tree. I bet the aroma of the pine tree was nice, too.
It really, is, Katherine. And almost a thousand years old.
Speedway, the choir stalls do feel intimate. I sung there while I was at school and the stalls are enclosed so you can't see the main nave and all the people; your voice floats up into the stone vaulting and reverberates around the place instead.
Interesting view through the arched doorway and with marvelous woodwork. I like your description of singing there, I can almost imagine voices reverberating throughout.
"Hand-carved. By hand. By a person." WOW, Petrea. There's something I hadn't thought of. History and beauty give us so much creative perspective and inspiration. And to think, someone MADE this and we are still appreciating it now, even if it's just on a blog (of course, not just ANY blog).
Isn't it something, Katherine? We don't always think of it. Newer work can be made with a computer-programmed jigsaw. But not this stuff. Here's where the true meaning of the word "awesome" comes in.
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I like that one very moody…
Moody? The mood was one of lots of people milling around and chatting about how great the organ recital had been, while the sun streamed through the stained glass windows.
We were so "moody" we went straight off to the patisserie for yummy lunch.
Beautiful woodwork!
The view through the door gives a feeling of intimacy to what was a large gathering. I especially like the golden beads a large paper stars on the tree. I bet the aroma of the pine tree was nice, too.
It really, is, Katherine. And almost a thousand years old.
Speedway, the choir stalls do feel intimate. I sung there while I was at school and the stalls are enclosed so you can't see the main nave and all the people; your voice floats up into the stone vaulting and reverberates around the place instead.
To think of a door lasting 1000 years. Makes you think of things in a different perspective, doesn't it?
Interesting view through the arched doorway and with marvelous woodwork. I like your description of singing there, I can almost imagine voices reverberating throughout.
Now that you said that Ms M, you are obligated to write a poem about the picture. : )
Soon time to take that xmas tree down.
Hand-carved. By hand. By a person.
"Hand-carved. By hand. By a person." WOW, Petrea. There's something I hadn't thought of. History and beauty give us so much creative perspective and inspiration. And to think, someone MADE this and we are still appreciating it now, even if it's just on a blog (of course, not just ANY blog).
Isn't it something, Katherine? We don't always think of it. Newer work can be made with a computer-programmed jigsaw. But not this stuff. Here's where the true meaning of the word "awesome" comes in.
Makes you feel young, doesn't it?
Note the differing finials to the ogee arch over the doorway; one side for the monks and one for the singing laity.
Katherine, I'm not much of a poet; I'll have to see if something cohesive and poetic comes to me :-)
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