Still fields and quiet.
Sounds deadened by soft white snow.
One stands out alone.
Looking back it seems I have a few trees in the image collection, and several minimalist ones at that. Snow or fog both work well. We have not yet had snow this winter, so this is one from last winter, taken at Strelley Hall in Nottingham.
The quiet chancel,
Subtle tones of peace and calm.
Final resting place
I confess I had to look up what the area of a church in front of the alter is called, but now I know I can add it to the other pieces of useless trivia I store away. As you can maybe guess this is another image from the church at Strelley,
The Saracen’s head.
Reminder of darker times.
A grotesque pillow.
Strelley Church, on the outskirts of Nottingham, is only rarely open to walk around. It has a long and varied history, and a several relics. The image shows (I think…) the tomb of the heads of the De Strelley family. Can you tell I wasn’t listening?
Anyhow, Mrs De Strelley has a hound as a pillow, and Mr De Strelley is using the executed head of a Saracen. Apparently it was a thing.
Unsightly repairs
And imperfect symmetry.
Growing old is tough.
Strelley Hall on the ouskirts of Nottingham is a fairly blocky and uninteresting building. The only really intersting part is the entrance. On the positive they do really good afternoon teas, and the courtyard has a number of small shops selling unusual crafts and gifts. More importantly it has a Gallery that just might have some of my photographs for sale. Just saying… 🙂
