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He was born by caesarean section on December 25th, 1918, in Madison, Wisconsin. Nearly institutionalized at an early age, he surprised doctors with his above normal intelligence, unusual in such cases. He attended public schools in Madison. His bizarre appearance led to his being ostracized by fellow students. Outside of school one day, he was struck by an open beer can flung from the window of a passing car by some high school bullies. Slowing down, they taunted him with jeers, insults and threats. Speeding off, the car unexpectedly veered to the left, and struck an ancient Oak, killing three of the occupants. A fourth occupant became severely agoraphobic, and confined himself largely in his bedroom closet for the next 41 years. After this, he was left alone by other students. Three days after graduating from high school, he forgot to turn sideways while walking through a door (as he was forced to do his entire life) at a local candy store and knocked himself out cold. He was in a coma for three weeks. When he recovered, he was able to speak fluent Swedish. Doctors never resolved this mystery. Although he had a multitude of eyes, he was blind in two of them, having shot them out with a bee bee gun as a child. As a young adult, he dabbled in painting, and was barely able to make a living by selling his paintings on street corners or at local festivals. People purchased his paintings out of pity or because they thought it was cool to have a painting by that weird looking guy. Unfortunately, no surviving paintings can be located, and no image was ever recorded of them. However, it is said they were all signed with a one inch brush, dipped in Cadmium Red Medium, in Swedish. Andy Warhol is said to have purchased one of his paintings. When he was 25, he inherited a large sum of money from an uncle. He lived with his eccentric mother until her death a few years later. At this time, 47 cats were removed from the home by local authorities. He continued to occupy the house, until his own death in 1972. After his death it was discovered that he had a collection of 1,756 vintage ladies compacts kept in a shopping cart in his bedroom. He had apparently collected them from the local St. Vincent de Paul’s thrift shop over the years. He also had accumulated another 17 cats, one of whom had two tails, and another one of whom was probably half-dog. His body vanished from the funeral home while it was being prepared. Years later, a bizarre skull, matching his unique characteristics, was confiscated during a drug bust in Madison, apparently having been converted into a bong. It wound up in the possession of a distant relative, who had it restored, and then tried to sell it on Ebay. However, the relative forgot to indicate that it was being sold for educational purposes only, and the auction was cancelled. It was later obtained by the Anthropology Department at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and added to a large collection of pathological specimens in the Social Sciences building. At this time it was photographed. When an inventory was conducted on the collection some years later, the skull turned up missing, along with the skull of the half dog/half cat. The skull clearly shows the ravages of his habitual candy consumption.

From what I can find out, it appears that Dunmore Park was pretty much funded by profit from the slave trade. So here's a thought for you......does that make this abandoned mansion the equivalent of a modern day drug dealers house.....? And if so, should we really mourn it's demise....?


A bit heavy for a Sunday night I know, but I've been thinking about the exploitation behind all these buildings.


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I went to a good friends house to weed her gardens today for her birthday and I found this wee bird skull. I told her I would accept this skull as payment and I believe she thought I was nuts.

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Old Dutch house at museumpark Archeon. This house is a replica of a house built somewhere in the 11th / 13th century. (Delft, The Netherlands.)

It belonged to a woodworker. He also made all kinds of utensils from bones such as combs, dices, chess-pieces and other toys.

Under these circumstances the shutters were normally closed to keep the cold outside. Windows were too expensive for common people in the middle ages.


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Todd's leaving next week to start, I'll follow along as soon as I get the house on the market and all our stuff packed up.


I have a feeling that between the snowman and me, one of us won't make it...I know he has the sun to worry about, but this move might kill me quicker. ;)


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This stable which once housed horses for rent by the Suffolk County Parks Dept. closed several years ago. An unlocked sliding door serves as an entrance into the building, but once inside there's nothing special to see. Just broken boards and a clean floor. Very surprising considering the ease of access from Rte. 24.


Terribly disappointing! I was hoping for a skull or two. Maybe a little grafetti. A spider web at least. Nope, just neat deterioration.

Man looking a human skull in the eyes.

Cannibal village in Malekula Vanuatu. The last one was around 1940, during the WW2. They ate people from other tribes, not always missionaries! The victims were killed on a sacred stone, and shared between the men.


Malekula is very mountainous with numerous bays. On the Island, kastom villages can be found. The men wear the typical nambas while the women are bare breasted and wear colorful grass skirts. During the ceremonies, dances take place in the sacred places called « nasara ». Since customs are still very much alive in Vanuatu, the power of the chiefs and of the nasara sacred ground is very respected. However, the missionnaries eradicated the practice of cannibalism in the country more than 60 years ago. Some sacred stones used for the sacrifice are still visible today. Each tribe has its own traditions and customs. Usually, as a means for calling the workers in the fields to come back to the village, they blow in a shell or bang a drum. The two main tribes on the island are the « Big namba » and « Small namba » tribes according to the size of the namba they wear. The Big namba tribe on Malekula Island have a drum called « ghost drum », different from the giant ones that can be found in Ambrym. There are mainly two kinds of statues : the slit drums, also called tamtams, and the grade statues. Both are highly valued by the major ethnographic museums and antique dealers. The Big nambas’ most striking tradition is the removal of the women’s two superior teeth to show they are ready to be married and give birth. The Small namba people wear a hat made of feathers, pandanus, palm leaves and mud, which is the nightmare of the australian customs. During the circumcision ritual in Vanuatu, a dance is performed. It's the main event in the life of the 13-year-old boys. The men wear the circumcision masks, which have 2 sides : one in the front, one in the back. The masks are made up of spider nets. The women are not allowed to see those masks. So they are told to pass their way and turn their head. The boys are circumcised in a house at the top of a banyan tree, where they stay before and after the ceremony until they have cicatrized.


Malekula est très montagneuse avec de nombreuses baies. Sur l’île, on trouve des villages kastoms. Les hommes portent les nambas caractéristiques tandis que les femmes sont seins nus et portent des jupes colorées faites d’herbes. Durant les cérémonies, des danses ont lieu dans les endroits sacrés appelés « nasara ». Comme les coutumes sont encore très vivantes à Vanuatu, le pouvoir des chefs et de la terre sacrée du nasara est très respecté. Néanmoins, les missionnaires ont éradiqué la pratique du cannibalisme, il y a plus de 60 ans. Certaines pierres sacrées utilisées pour le sacrifice sont encore visibles aujourd’hui. Chaque tribu a ses propres traditions et coutumes. En général, comme moyen d’appeler les travailleurs dans les champs pour revenir au village, ils soufflent dans un coquillage ou frappent un tambour. Les deux principales tribus sur l’île sont les Big nambas et les Small nambas que l’on nomme ainsi selon la taille du namba qu’ils portent. Les Big nambas sur l’île de Malekula ont un tambour appelé « tambour fantôme », différent des tambours géants que l’on trouve à Ambrym. Il y a surtout deux sortes de statues : les tambours fendus, appelés également tam-tams, et les statues de grade. Les deux sont très prisés par les principaux musées ethnographiques et antiquaires. La tradition la plus frappante des Big nambas est le retrait des deux dents supérieures des femmes pour montrer qu’elles sont prêtes à se marier et enfanter. Les Small nambas portent une coiffe faite de plumes, de pandanus, de feuilles de palmier et de boue, qui est le cauchemar des douanes australiennes. Lors du rituel de circoncision à Vanuatu, il y a une danse. C’est l’événement majeur dans la vie des garçons de 13 ans. Les hommes portent les masques de circoncision, qui ont deux faces : l’une sur le devant, l’autre à l’arrière. Les masques sont faits de toiles d’araignée. Les femmes ne sont pas autorisées à voir ces masques. Elles doivent donc continuer leur chemin en tournant leur tête. Les garçons sont circoncis dans une maison située en haut de l’arbre banyan, où ils restent avant et après la cérémonie jusqu’à ce qu’ils aient cicatrisé.


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I went for a walk around Petworth Park to see the deer during the rutting season, strange groaning and belching sounds echoed around the park. The clash of antlers could be heard for miles as the males showed off their virility to potential mates. This stag bellows shortly after winning a dual with a rival, then struts off to take over the harem.


The fallow deer (Dama dama) is a ruminant mammal belonging to the family Cervidae. This common species is native to western Eurasia, but has been introduced widely elsewhere. It often includes the rarer Persian fallow deer as a subspecies (D. d. mesopotamica), while others treat it as an entirely different species (D. mesopotamica).


Petworth House and Park in Petworth, West Sussex, England, has been a family home for over 800 years. The estate was a royal gift from the widow of Henry I to her brother Jocelin de Louvain, who soon after married into the renowned Percy family. As the Percy stronghold was in the north, Petworth was originally only intended for occasional use.


Petworth, formerly known as Leconfield, is a major country estate on the outskirts of Petworth, itself a town created to serve the house. Described by English Heritage as "the most important residence in the County of Sussex", there was a manorial house here from 1309, but the present buildings were built for the Dukes of Somerset from the late 17th century, the park being landscaped by "Capability" Brown. The house contains a fine collection of paintings and sculptures.


The house itself is grade I listed (List Entry Number 1225989) and the park as a historic park (1000162). Several individual features in the park are also listed.


It was in the late 1500s that Petworth became a permanent home to the Percys after Elizabeth I grew suspicious of their allegiance to Mary, Queen of Scots and confined the family to the south.


The 2nd Earl of Egremont commissioned Capability Brown to design and landscape the deer park. The park, one of Brownâs first commissions as an independent designer, consists of 700 acres of grassland and trees. It is inhabited by the largest herd of fallow deer in England. There is also a 12-hectare (30-acre) woodland garden, known as the Pleasure Ground.


Brown removed the formal garden and fishponds of the 1690âs and relocated 64,000 tons of soil, creating a serpentine lake. He bordered the lake with poplars, birches and willows to make the ânaturalâ view pleasing. A 1987 hurricane devastated the park, and 35,000 trees were planted to replace the losses. Gracing the 30 acres of gardens and pleasure grounds around the home are seasonal shrubs and bulbs that include lilies, primroses, and azaleas. A Doric temple and Ionic rotunda add interest in the grounds.


Petworth House is a late 17th-century mansion, rebuilt in 1688 by Charles Seymour, 6th Duke of Somerset, and altered in the 1870s by Anthony Salvin. The site was previously occupied by a fortified manor house founded by Henry de Percy, the 13th-century chapel and undercroft of which still survive.


Today's building houses an important collection of paintings and sculptures, including 19 oil paintings by J. M. W. Turner (some owned by the family, some by Tate Britain), who was a regular visitor to Petworth, paintings by Van Dyck, carvings by Grinling Gibbons and Ben Harms, classical and neoclassical sculptures (including ones by John Flaxman and John Edward Carew), and wall and ceiling paintings by Louis Laguerre. There is also a terrestrial globe by Emery Molyneux, believed to be the only one in the world in its original 1592 state.


For the past 250 years the house and the estate have been in the hands of the Wyndham family â currently Lord Egremont. He and his family live in the south wing, allowing much of the remainder to be open to the public.


The house and deer park were handed over to the nation in 1947 and are now managed by the National Trust under the name "Petworth House & Park". The Leconfield Estates continue to own much of Petworth and the surrounding area. As an insight into the lives of past estate workers the Petworth Cottage Museum has been established in High Street, Petworth, furnished as it would have been in about 1910.

...are not just for breakfast anymore.


Buffalo are slaughterd during Toraja funeral service as a form of sacrifice ritual. The skulls are kept and hang in front of their traditional house, Tongkonan. It becomes a spiritual symbol and status to the owner. Often you find rows of skulls displayed vertically on a wooden pole, visually energising the Tongkonan. Tanah Toraja, Sulawesi, Indonesia.

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Just a couple of hours ago, my kids had a trick-or-treat at our neighborhood. I saw this skull in front of our neighbor's house and took a picture of it. My camera was set to full-auto and jpeg but with the help of adobe lightroom, this is how it turned out :) Pardon the noise, the camera automatically set the ISO to 3200 :(


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Rotting old bed with a few animal skulls. Another gem from rural Ontario!


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I drove out to Ophir today, a small town about an hour southwest of where I live. I expected there to be something to see out that way but there wasn't much. It is a very small town with some nice homes, a baseball field, the city offices and not much else.


Leaving Ophir I headed back on the road and wounded up in Rush Valley which proved considerably more interesting. There I happened upon an older, abandoned house right on the main street and after asking the farmer next door I hopped the fence to have a look around. Having seen what there was there I continued driving around Rush Valley and noticed many old sheds, barns and then found two other abandoned houses. These two houses were down a dirt road, a short way from the main stretch and happened to be adjacent to a recently mowed field. Off in the distance I noticed a herd of probably three dozen or more whitetail deer. The houses were in serious disrepair, just the sort I like and I managed some good photographs in and around the properties. One of the houses was home to an awfully skinny raccoon whom I frightened near to death when I walked-in.


From Rush Valley I started on the road again, not knowing quite where I was going, but certainly headed in some sure direction. As it would happen I came upon Dugway, where I expected to find a small town. Instead I found the entryway to Dugway Proving Ground a closed military facility, off-limits to the public. While I was aware of the military facility, as I mentioned, I also thought there was a town by the same name.


So having been turned away by the security at the Proving Ground I headed northwest and ventured into the Skull Valley Goshute Reservation where this photograph was taken. Driving along the highway I noticed to houses about 1/2 mile from the road. They seemed rundown and in need of repair, so I expected they were abandoned. Turning my car around I pulled-off to the side, parked and with camera in tow made my way there. The two houses were abandoned and turned out to be my best find that day. Besides the houses there was an old garage and several abandoned vehicles, rusted out trucks, an four-door sedan and an old yellow bus. Though I wasn't mindful of the time I spent more than an hour wandering around out there, exploring the houses, enjoying the scenery and just seeing what was out there.


When I saw what there was to see I headed back to the car and was on the road again. After the Skull Valley Goshute Reservation I didn't see much, but did come upon an old house and some other sort of decrepit building in the middle of a cow pasture. By this time the sun was about set and the lighting had turned flat. I took a few photographs and then with those damn pesky mosquitoes coming after me hightailed it back to the car.


By this time my trip was finished and I headed for home. I drove nearly 200 miles today, circumnavigating much of the Quirrah Mountains, seeing some great scenery, taking some good photographs and overall having a great day. Expect to see many new photographs from the trip over the forthcoming days.

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Garden find - poss: House Sparrow ? Measures 30mm from back of skull to tip of beak.


Vanitas: Still-life with Skulls and Jewellery.


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In Kingston Lacey Park, in Dorset, sat within the grounds of Kingston Lacey House (which is owned by the National Trust), off one of the many tendril paths, one will happen upon a small wooden summerhouse. I suppose it was built as a shelter from inclement weather, but to my 4 year old son, Blake, it is the home of an evil witch, an eater of small children. His suggestion was the impetus for this work. The view outside the casement window is as it appears in this image. The child peeping from behind the tree is my son, imported from another image, as is the skull and the pile of old books.


I was in the process of putting this work together, when the MMM group posted its 45th challenge. The object of the challenge was to create a work utilising an image of an old pile of books. For me, it seemed to be an ideal foreground object to accompany the skull.


All photography was undertaken using an Olympus OM-D E-M5 mounted with its kit 12-50mm lens, and editing was carried out in LR3 and GIMP.


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This panorama felt like it had something missing when it was finished. The houses on the cliffs annoyed me. The rocks on the left seemed pointless. So I decided to add in a few things- the castles, the skull, the lightning. Still feels like it is missing something to me, but I probably won't spend much more time on it, if any.


The good news is that my Photomatix is back! I had something wrong with Photomatix for the last few months and thought it was an issue with it handling the RAW files from the 5dmkii, but I think I had a corrupt installation, probably a result from having beta versions installed. This weekend I decided to uninstall, remove the program directory and reinstall, and now it seems to be working correctly again. Yay!

Konyaks are the largest tribe among nagas, and speak the local language, Nagamese. They have embraced Christianity and now, Christianity has become the cohesive bond between the Nagas, who, earlier were at constant fight with each other, one who had the maximum skulls of his enemies being considered the mightiest and most powerful. Konyaks still decorate their houses with skulls, hornbill beaks, elephant tusks, horns and wooden statues. Konyaks used to be headhunters before Independence. Some younger Konyaks are giving up their traditional way of life and adopting modern customs.


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Friends, Dorothy and Stephen, made a decision to drive down south on 20 February 2017 and asked if I would like to go with them. As always, my answer was a delighted "Yes, please!" Our mutual friend, Janet, also came along. The weather forecast looked good, especially compared to the forecast snow for the next few days - actually, it has snowed in Calgary the last two days so, if it also snowed south of us, then this whole area will be looking very different now. After meeting at their house, the four of us left at 8:30 am and drove to Nanton. If one travels on Highway 2, Nanton is a 46-minute drive from the southern edge of Calgary, about 72 kms.


From Nanton, we basically drove in a huge circle between Highway 2 and Highway 22, covering such beautiful scenery. Some of these roads were new roads for us, certainly for me. Each year, I take part in the annual Audubon Christmas Bird Count for the town of Nanton, and my small group covers the area to the SW of Nanton, but much closer to the town than the area we explored five days ago.


This farm was somewhere between Nanton and the Porcupine Hills. As you can see, there was very little or no snow to be seen - the lack of moisture must be a concern to some of the local farmers. Most of the fields were completely bare.


My friends' target bird was the Golden Eagle, but all of us were happy as can be to see anything else that we might come across. As it turned out, not only did we not see a single Golden Eagle, there were not many birds of any kind to see all day. A flock of 50+ Starlings, and 25 Common Ravens, various Magpies, a few Pigeons, Canada Geese and a couple of heard Red-breasted Nuthatches were all that we saw. For animals, we saw one Coyote, five Mule Deer and a couple of White-tailed Deer.


However, perhaps our biggest excitement came when we found ourselves in the middle of a cattle drive. We could see the huge herd in the distance, with one lone cowboy on his horse at the rear, coming towards us. The whole procession was following another farmer, driving very slowly with a huge hay bale in the back of his truck. After taking a quick few distant shots, we climbed back into our vehicle and waited, and waited, and waited till the very last cow had walked past us. The cowboy said he appreciated the fact that we had stopped, not wanting to spook any of the animals. As soon as they were past us, we climbed out of the car to take a quick photo or two. I think I've only ever seen a cattle drive maybe twice before. So good to see a genuine cowboy at work, doing what he does so well.


Another interesting stop was when we were driving along part of the Sky View Road. We came across a logging sight, with a couple of large piles of cut logs waiting to be trucked out of the area. Fortunately, it was Family Day, so there were no huge logging trucks on the rough, gravel road leading up the hillside. We were hoping to reach the Lookout in case there were amazing views from up there, but we decided that it might be risky to drive the last part of the road that would have led to the Lookout. We had climbed high enough to already find a lot more snow and the rough, narrow road was not in the best condition. This was where we saw the two White-tailed Deer. We had seen beautiful views already, lower down the road, so we were happy.


"Between the Rockies' vigorous upthrusts and the recumbent lines of the grassland plains, the Porcupine Hills provide a softly rounded interface, gentle contours that stir the heart, They are always so beautiful, from the wildflowers of spring to the hazy shimmer of summer and the sharp gold of fall aspens, and even in the austerity of a landscape under the sharp shadows of snow. The hills bring magic to all the seasons."


These are the first few lines from the book, "Exploring the Routes Less Travelled - Country Roads of Alberta", by Liz Bryan. This is a book that my daughter gave me a year or two ago and I had forgotten just which journeys it covered. Once I was back home, while I was Googling the area that I had just spent the day exploring with my friends, I came across this book online. The short chapter on this area made interesting reading.


Thanks so much, Dorothy and Stephen, for such a great day, exploring a new area. It was so much fun to see some new things and, of course, the scenery was spectacular. How lucky we are to live within reach of such beauty! Having been out so few times in many weeks, and having taken barely any photos at all, this kind of day was exactly what I needed.

The Château de Chenonceau (French: [ʃ də ʃə.nɔ̃.so]) is a manor house near the small village of Chenonceaux, in the Indre-et-Loire département of the Loire Valley in France. It was built on the site of an old mill on the River Cher, sometime before its first mention in writing in the 11th century. The current manor was designed by the French Renaissance architect Philibert Delorme.


The original manor was torched in 1412 to punish owner Jean Marques for an act of sedition. He rebuilt a castle and fortified mill on the site in the 1430s. Subsequently, his indebted heir Pierre Marques sold the castle to Thomas Bohier, Chamberlain for King Charles VIII of France in 1513. Bohier destroyed the castle, though its 15th-century keep was left standing, and built an entirely new residence between 1515 and 1521. The work was sometimes overseen by his wife Katherine Briçonnet,[1] who delighted in hosting French nobility, including King Francis I on two occasions.


In 1535 the château was seized from Bohier's son by King Francis I of France for unpaid debts to the Crown; after Francis' death in 1547, Henry II offered the château as a gift to his mistress, Diane de Poitiers, who became fervently attached to the château along the river.[2] In 1555 she commissioned Philibert de l'Orme built the arched bridge joining the château to its opposite bank.[3] Diane then oversaw the planting of extensive flower and vegetable gardens along with a variety of fruit trees. Set along the banks of the river, but buttressed from flooding by stone terraces, the exquisite gardens were laid out in four triangles.


Diane de Poitiers was the unquestioned mistress of the castle, but ownership remained with the crown until 1555, when years of delicate legal maneuvers finally yielded possession to her. However, after King Henry II died in 1559, his strong-willed widow and regent Catherine de' Medici forced Diane to exchange it for the Château Chaumont.[4] Queen Catherine then made Chenonceau her own favorite residence, adding a new series of gardens.


As Regent of France, Catherine would spend a fortune on the château and on spectacular nighttime parties. In 1560, the first ever fireworks display seen in France took place during the celebrations marking the ascension to the throne of Catherine's son Francis II. The grand gallery, which extended along the existing bridge to cross the entire river, was dedicated in 1577.

View of the arches and west facade of the Pont de Diane over the River Cher.

View of the château from the edge of the formal gardens to the west of the residence.


On Catherine's death in 1589 the château went to her daughter-in-law, Louise de Lorraine-Vaudémont, wife of King Henry III. At Chenonceau Louise was told of her husband's assassination in 1589 and she fell into a state of depression, spending the remainder of her days wandering aimlessly along the château's vast corridors dressed in mourning clothes amidst somber black tapestries stitched with skulls and crossbones.


After that, it was owned by Louise's heir César of Vendôme and his wife, Françoise of Lorraine, Duchess of Vendôme, and passed quietly down the Valois line of inheritance, alternately inhabited and abandoned for more than a hundred years.


Château de Chenonceau was bought by the Duke of Bourbon in 1720. Little by little, he sold off all of the castle's contents. Many of the fine statues ended up at Versailles. The estate itself was finally sold for 130,000 livres in 1733 to a wealthy squire named Claude Dupin.[2]


Claude's wife (daughter of financier Samuel Bernard and grandmother of George Sand), Madame Louise Dupin, brought life back to the castle by entertaining the leaders of The Enlightenment: Voltaire, Montesquieu, Buffon, Bernard le Bovier de Fontenelle, Pierre de Marivaux, and Jean-Jacques Rousseau. She saved the château from destruction during the French Revolution, preserving it from being destroyed by the Revolutionary Guard because it was essential to travel and commerce, being the only bridge across the river for many miles. She is said to be the one who changed the spelling of the Château (from Chenonceaux to Chenonceau) to please the villagers during the French Revolution. She dropped the "x" at the end of the Château's name to differentiate what was a symbol of royalty from the Republic. Although no official sources have been found to support this legend, the Château has been since referred to and accepted as Chenonceau.


In 1864, Daniel Wilson, a Scotsman who had made a fortune installing gaslights throughout Paris, bought the château for his daughter. In the tradition of Catherine de' Medici, she would spend a fortune on elaborate parties to such an extent that her finances were depleted and the château was seized and sold to José-Emilio Terry, a Cuban millionaire, in 1891. Terry sold it in 1896 to a family member, Francisco Terry, and in 1913, the Menier family, famous for their chocolates, bought the château and still own it to this day.


During World War I the gallery was used as a hospital ward; during the Second War it was a means of escaping from the Nazi occupied zone on one side of the River Cher to the "free" zone on the opposite bank.


In 1951, the Menier family entrusted the château's restoration to Bernard Voisin, who brought the dilapidated structure and the gardens (ravaged in the Cher River flood in 1940) back to a reflection of its former glory.


An architectural mixture of late Gothic and early Renaissance, Château de Chenonceau and its gardens are open to the public. Other than the Royal Palace of Versailles, Chenonceau is the most visited château in France.


The château is classified as a Monument historique since 1840 by the French Ministry of Culture.[3] Today, Chenonceau is a major tourist attraction and in 2007 received around 800,000 visitors.[5] source wikipédia

Closer examination is a must!

'The Queen had haunted the castle, now in ruins, for over 300 years, since her wedding day that ended in a massacre, her king still lay on the floor with the arrow embedded in his head from the day it had struck him down! It was if nothing had changed apart from the deterioration of everything.'

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I got the cow skull from Sarah!


I'm really trying to break out of my own box and try new things and try new edits because that's how we grow.


Anna was an absolute dream to work with. So full of talent and personality. What a joy.


Today we visited an abandoned house. I always like to try to imagine what the house was like when it was being loved and lived in. This house would have been beautiful.


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