Monday, January 22, 2018

St Anne's Church Woodplumptom

Let’s explore the history of beautiful 13th century building St Anne’s Church and churchyard; is a calm and peaceful place of prayer, worship and hospitality, within the heart of the Ancient village of Woodplumpton in Lancashire, England. It is an active Anglican parish churchThe churchyard at St Anne's is the supposed burial place of a 17th-century alleged witch named Meg SheltonThe grounds are so immaculately kept, the situation is stunning with views over countryside and a gorgeous sunset in the evening.  

The stone on top of Meg Shelton's burial place can be seen in the background, on the left side of the alley.
"Stand on the stone and turn round 3 times and make a wish"  
It is believed that Meg had the ability to make crops fail, or even make cattle seriously ill; and turn sour; which made her very unpopular with the locals.  It is even said that Meg was able to assume the shape and form of animals, which enabled her to escape when about her infamous deeds.  While her misdemeanours are wildly exaggerated, Meg really did exist.  Her name was Margery Hilton, who was found dead in her cottage crushed between the wall and a barrel.  She was buried face downwards and a huge boulder, one of the largest natural stones ever to be found in the district, was placed on top of her grave.  Meg never surfaced again, and is now probably scratching herself deeper downwards!

And now some shots from the churchyard:

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Street photo portrait

Bucharest, Romania, 12 Jan 2015

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Remember the time

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Photo made during ON SPOT Photowalk - Bucharest 3 October 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

The city

The city is a fact in nature, like a cave, a run of mackerel or an ant-heap. But it is also a conscious work of art, and it holds within its communal framework many simpler and more personal forms of art. Mind takes form in the city; and in turn, urban forms condition mind. - Lewis Mumford

Friday, November 29, 2013

Când simt că se-apropie iarna
Mă bucur şi chiui cât pot
Când văd că se-aşterne zăpada
Prin munţi, peste văi, peste tot
Şi-atunci bucuria mă-ncinge
Că ştiu că degeaba nu ninge