Snapshots at Dempsey Road
The Husband and me took off to Dempsey Road for our weekend shooting ritual today.
Our main subject was a white deserted old church, in the style of medieval english churches, with its black wooden beams and high vaulted ceilings. The windows are long, narrowly formed. The ironwork on the windows and elsewhere in the churches are exquisite and gives it this gothic soulful air. Peeping into the front windows, I saw the words: Ego Te Baptizo in elegant scroll ironwork above the back windows. I think the literal latin means, "I christen you". Its easy to imagine as i'm peeping through broken windows and overgrown trees, a ghostly white face suddenly popping out of nowhere and screaming "BOO!" Well, honestly it was creepy. When we got round to the back of the church, there was a broken fountain (fountain removed, not sure why?) and the inscription on the base of the fountain says "In Memory of John Bath, a little boy who died in 1944". Who was John Bath? And how did he die? Tried searching the Internet but so far no answers.
Our appreciation was spoilt by the mosquitoes swarming hungrily around our legs. We must be to them what food is like to marooned and starving humans. I told The Husband not to stand too long in one place while composing his shot. I counted about 2 new mosquitoes hovering around his legs every 4-5 seconds. The bastards bit us in a dozen places by the time we were over. And the bites really stung!
Ok, will post the photos once i get them processed! Rushing off to supper now. Ta!
Our main subject was a white deserted old church, in the style of medieval english churches, with its black wooden beams and high vaulted ceilings. The windows are long, narrowly formed. The ironwork on the windows and elsewhere in the churches are exquisite and gives it this gothic soulful air. Peeping into the front windows, I saw the words: Ego Te Baptizo in elegant scroll ironwork above the back windows. I think the literal latin means, "I christen you". Its easy to imagine as i'm peeping through broken windows and overgrown trees, a ghostly white face suddenly popping out of nowhere and screaming "BOO!" Well, honestly it was creepy. When we got round to the back of the church, there was a broken fountain (fountain removed, not sure why?) and the inscription on the base of the fountain says "In Memory of John Bath, a little boy who died in 1944". Who was John Bath? And how did he die? Tried searching the Internet but so far no answers.
Our appreciation was spoilt by the mosquitoes swarming hungrily around our legs. We must be to them what food is like to marooned and starving humans. I told The Husband not to stand too long in one place while composing his shot. I counted about 2 new mosquitoes hovering around his legs every 4-5 seconds. The bastards bit us in a dozen places by the time we were over. And the bites really stung!
Ok, will post the photos once i get them processed! Rushing off to supper now. Ta!
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