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Finally managed to get into this part of the red zone to get a few shots of the Catholic cathedral. This damage was done mainly in the 6.3 quake on Feb 22nd... more damage has apparently occured in the latest 6.3 as well but this was shot a few days before that happened.
The two front towers have collapsed and gone and that front wall on the left is held up by a bit of kiwi inginuity - shipping containers and hay bales.
To the right of the shot out of frame there is a carpark full of blocks and stone from the collapsed cathedral each layed out seperately and numbered - there being saved to possibly rebuild in the exact way once the quakes finally stop.... if they ever do... (they are doing the same to the Anglican cathedral in Christchurch's Center
The latest Quake has damaged it a lot more and it might now be never rebuilt, on this ground anyway....
Just as an interesting fact. The still standing tower at the back had a statue of the virgin mary facing inwards in the front window, during the feb 22nd quake the statue turned an exact 180degrees to face outwards - looking through the window - without falling over or being damaged.
The road im standing on - Barbadoes St - has been identified as having a Fault Line directly underneath - previously unknown. There are now 3 Major active faults under Christchurch.....
This is a 3 exposure handheld hdr processed in photomatix
Cheers for looking, ive got a few more of this from different angles ill post up
Inclusion~church in the round...central altar,and everyone seated equally.
Photo taken after Baby Avah's Baptism Oct 12 2008 ..... Bingee's newest Grand Child
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Church and Baptistery
first, the original sin must be cleared in a Baptistery...
But...I'm not religious!
The pilgrimage church of St. Marinus and Anian
is the Catholic parish church of Wilparting (municipality Irschenberg Miesbach).
Upper Bavaria, Germany
The present church, with the beautiful backdrop of one of the most famous Bavarian Mangfallgebirges photo opportunities owes its baroque exterior renovation of a late Gothic building in 1697 by Johann Mayr Elder.
Instead of the House (1643-1718).
The interior is mainly determined by Baroque style in 1759.
The core of the church is the monumental High grave of the two saints from 1778.
The tower and chancel of the Roman Catholic Cathedral in Norwich. HDR from a single RAW file
The side walls of the chapel, from floor to ceiling, are panels of amber glass which cast soft brown colors across the chapel. Between the amber glass panels are strip windows of multi-colored cast glass set in pre-cast reinforced concrete.
Along the side walls are the 14 stations of the cross, carved from four-inch thick slabs of marble. The recessed backgrounds in the sculptures are multi-colored tessera.
Mezquita of Córdoba,
now known as Catedral de Nuestra Señora de la Asunción (English: Cathedral of Our Lady of the Assumption) is a Roman Catholic Cathedral originally built as a Mosque on the place (and partly with materials) of what previously had been a Christian Visigothic Church in the Andalusian city of Córdoba, Spain. It is regarded as perhaps the most accomplished monument of the Umayyad dynasty of Córdoba. After the Spanish Reconquista, it was turned into a church, with a Gothic cathedral inserted into the center of the large Moorish building. Today the entire building is used to house the Cathedral of the diocese of Córdoba in Spain.
tripod is not allowed
is an inselberg in Upper Silesia, Poland,It is a strategic and cultural location that has been important to both German and Polish nationalists.
It is the location of the Franciscan Monastery of St. Anne, whose chapel is an important destination for Roman Catholic pilgrimage.
St Cuthbert's Chapel, at the former Catholic seminary of Ushaw College, is one of those places that has the power to take your breath away. It was first used in 1884 and formed a focal point within the seminary, which stands in 400 acres of countryside near the village of Ushaw Moor.
The seminary was founded in 1808 by scholars from English College, Douai, who had fled France during the French Revolution. During the early years, those attending the college suffered great hardships in a building that was a work in progress. A lack of funds meant that work on building was slow, many of the windows had not been glazed and there were insufficient funds to heat many of the buildings.
Until 2011, Ushaw College had been the principal Roman Catholic seminary in the north of England, but a lack of vocations ultimately led to it closing in 2011.
Ushaw College is presently home to Durham University's Business School and is maintained by the Ushaw Charitable Trust.
Please note, consent was obtained from Ushaw College to take this photograph. Apart from my own copyright, Ushaw College expressly forbids reproduction of this image without prior permission.
It’s not every day that you see a school being dismantled before your eyes. Most scrapping is subtle at first, picking away at the innards of a building so as not to draw attention to illegal activities. But for daily commuters driving up and down Gratiot Street, the scrapping of East Catholic High School has been a very visible and raw process.
When the Detroit Archdiocese closed East Catholic in 2005, only 124 students were enrolled. It was one of fifteen schools to close that year, and while some would later reopen as private schools, few people spoke up to save East Catholic. It was an inauspicious end to the story of one of Detroit’s great Catholic schools.
Ordinarily it is the church that draws parents to the school, but in the case of St. Anthony, the opposite occurred. The church was founded in 1857 to serve the growing German population of the east side, and quickly became one of the premier churches in the city. A small school had been constructed in 1865 near the church, but had relatively few pupils. A second school was built in 1882, with a newer, larger school constructed in 1896. As student enrollment climbed so did the number of regular parishioners, necessitating construction of a newer, larger church in 1902.
The first high school was built in 1918 on the corner of Field and Frederick streets. This too was quickly outgrown, and in 1923 the auditorium was built across the street. Classes were held in the basement and first floor levels, with the second floor having a large auditorium and stage. The main high school was built in 1926, featuring 13 classrooms, laboratories, and a large study hall. At its peak in 1927, over 1,040 students were enrolled at St. Anthony schools.
At some point the study hall in the basement of the school was converted into a cafeteria, and a new gymnasium was built next door. St. Anthony continued to be a highly respected school in both academics and sports. In 1968 it became the first Catholic school in Detroit with a program that worked with computer punch cards.
Following a series of consolidations of Catholic schools, several were merged into St. Anthony to form East Catholic High school in 1969.
Through the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s East Catholic continued to dominate the local sports scene, particularly in basketball, where they netted eight district titles. The school also managed to maintain a high academic standard despite funding problems and a neighborhood that was in a sharp decline. A 1991 article in the New York Times titled "Where Children Learn How to Learn: Inner-City Pupils in Catholic Schools" described in detail how parents were removing their children from public schools to take advantage of the opportunities at East Catholic:
"Cay Gosa worried that her son Cortez was hanging out with the wrong crowd in public school. Robert Cox Jr. was shocked to discover that the public school had placed his daughter Angela in vocational programs. And Verna Colbert was afraid to send her daughter Cherrie to a school rife, she said, with guns and drugs."
"They chose East Catholic High, a school so short of money that its principals have saved seven years in vain to afford a school bus, a school with walls painted a depressing shade of institutional green and a tiny cafeteria. It offers far fewer courses and extracurricular activities than public schools. But what draws the parents is the school's record of academic success: 75 percent to 95 percent of the students in any given year go on to some form of postsecondary education."
As time went on however, the situation became progressively bleaker. Deferred maintenance in the buildings – now approaching 80 years old – left the school with a leaking roof and peeling paint. Charter schools drew away many of the students that had sought better education, and St. Anthony church was struggling as well. The graduating class of 2005 would be its last. The church closed a year later.
Initially it was hoped that another church or charter school would purchase East Catholic, and the building was relatively well secured. In 2010 St. Anthony re-opened with a new congregation separate from the Roman Catholic Church, saving what was arguably one of the finest churches in the city. Unfortunately the new church had no use for the school building, which was retained by the Detroit Archdiocese.
In early spring of 2011 the building became open to trespass. St. Anthony church contacted the Archdiocese on several occasions to let them know the building was being broken into, but after several years of maintaining, it appeared that they had given up on the school. In a few short weeks many of the windowpanes had been smashed out and the aluminum frames ripped from the walls.
The rapid decline of the building was very noticeable from Gratiot Avenue, leading people to wonder what had happened. "It was boarded up one day, and then like the next day it was just completely wide open" one commuter told me. Today it has been widely scrapped inside and out, and has been overrun by vandals and photographers.
The Parish of St. Francis of Assisi in Meycauayan, Bulacan is the oldest parish in Meycauayan and is also its largest parish, with an estimated population of about 80,000 parishioners. It is also the vicarial seat of the vicariate of St. Francis of Assisi in the Diocese of Malolos.
The parish was founded in 1578 by Fr. Juan de Placencia and Fr. Diego de Oropeza, the first batch of Franciscan priests to reach the Philippines (in 1577). They built a small church in a small area called Sitio Torril (which is now part of Barangay Bahay Pare) which was made up of nipa thatch and bamboo.
The Franciscans left a wooden cross when they left the church. The cross was later found to be in the possession of a resident of Barangay Bahay Pari, whose house is near the site of what may be the original parish church and/or the town center. This discovery was made by three members of the parish's Committee on Church Cultural Heritage in the year 2001. The cross is now known as The Cross of Sitio Torril, which is probably the oldest known religious relic in Meycauayan. Presently, this cross is brought from Barangay Bahay Pari to the parish for public veneration on the parish feast day on October 4.
In the 19th century, Philippine churches were secularized. The first native priest to be assigned as Parish Priest in Meyacauayan was Fr. Esteban Daez, a native of Polo, Obando, Bulacan. During World War II, the church survived of destruction unlike those churches in Manila. But in 1949, the church did not survive its destruction from a fire, known as the Great Fire of Meycauayan.
Artifacts such as old memorabilia, statues, church vestments, records, ciboriums and chalices were some of the casualties of the fire. The magnificent retablo in the Colonial style was destroyed. Only a few artifacts including the tabernacle were saved from the fire. The tabernacle, which was saved from destruction by Fr. Jorge Capistrano, is still in use today. After its destruction, the parish priest, Fr. Anselmo De Leon and a committee formed for the reconstruction of the present church campaigned for donations and help from the people to help them build the church.
Today, the church has undergone some major and minor renovation to restore its former magnificent glory. There have been recent efforts to restore and renovate the church.
Above Ping’s house is a Catholic church. In the courtyard there is a statue of Our Lady of Poverty and Minority Hill Tribes, or so it appears to me. Catholicism, is alive and well and living in a remote village in Northern Vietnam, a legacy of the French occupation. There are about 6 million Catholics in Vietnam.
As we leave Ping’s house, her youngest son has a tantrum, he is four years old. To placate him she gives him some money. “Why does he want money?” I ask. “For candy.” she replies. The “why else?” hangs in the air unspoken.
We trundle off to the village of Te Van. It is here where we will catch a jeep or a motorbike back up to Sapa.
Ping negotiates a price with the motorbike riders. It is 70,000 dong each. She asks if we will pay for her ride back to Sapa too. Her ride costs 50,000 dong. 190,000 dong is around $10 for the three of us.
Stan hasn’t really ridden pillion before. We ask for helmets. Stan’s helmet has a broken clip. He just holds onto it with one hand. We should insist on one that works. Instead, we climb on our respective bikes and head on up the hill. Stan gallantly takes the camera bag which holds both cameras and 5 lenses. My camera bag still holds two bananas and the uneaten coconut bread.
I am aware that I am much heavier than the slim young man I am hanging on to. I rest my hands on his hips and lean my body close to his, so he knows exactly where my weight is. We negotiate the river crossing and I close my eyes as we ascend the steep dirt road. I don’t open them until we are on the comparative safety of the bitumen. I try and reassure myself that he knows this road like the back of his hand and is used to carrying cargo on the back. My driver accelerates passed Ping, and we have left Stan a long way behind. I worry about his faulty helmet. And I am angry with myself that we didn’t insist on a replacement. I close my eyes again as we overtake a van that is overtaking another van on a blind bend. We are back in the thick of the mountain fog again. Visibility is down to a few metres. The road is wet and in places it has washed away by landslides. I hold on tight as we navigate a couple of creek crossings and try not to bounce off the back of the bike.
Back in Sapa, Stan puts a wad of notes into Ping’s hands. “This is for you and your family” he says, looking deeply into her dark eyes. She thanks him quietly and I notice she has the good grace to put the money straight into her bag without looking at it or counting it. I marvel at her maturity, serenity and strength. She is a remarkable young woman. We embrace, say our farewells and Ping disappears off into the mist. I wonder if I will ever see her again. It is New Year’s Day.