… I can’t forget the time or place
Where we just met
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
These two images were taken in St Andrew’s Church, Corbridge on a bright Autumn afternoon. There is something irresistible about backlit stained glass in the cool of an old English Church; a bright and fitting way to remember little Annie:
northumbrian : light 
I love photographing stained glass. This is gorgeous. I’m waiting for the sun to come back out and play so I can go over and photograph the newly renovated St. Patrick’s Cathedral on 5th Avenue. They took apart each and every stained glass window, gave them a good and gentle cleaning, so when the sun shines through them, it will be spectacular.
Many thanks Cate – I look forward to seeing your images. St Patrick’s on 5th Avenue sounds so much more exciting. I had a look online – the bronze doors are fantastic. All the best, Robin.
Such vivid images. And what a way to be immortalized.
Quite impressive isn’t it – I would like to be immortalized like this but I don’t think they would have me 🙂
Robin, this is one of the most beautiful posts I have ever read. x
That’s very kind Jean – sorry if I have been missing posts but I have been on a golf marathon these last few days – 135 holes in 9 days and now I am limping badly 😦
Merciful hour! I’m surprised you’re still standing!
I LOVE this post, Robin! I was singing the song as soon as I saw your title 🙂 And the stained glass shot is a beauty.
Many thanks Jo and also for the tweet – takes you right back to 1965 doesn’t it. On a related topic, my sister was a trolley dolly with BOAC and she used to bring me back LPs from the US (they were loads cheaper). Annoyingly some of the albums had songs missing as they were separately released as singles over the water – it was certainly true of Revolver and I am sure others. I might have to do a post on this subject 🙂
Good idea! 🙂
Thanks. Beautifully illuminating the captivating and sometimes unnerving charm of English churches. Regards Thom.
Thanks Thom – you can understand John Betjeman’s passion for such places.
I share a love of photographing stained glass. The more unusual the better. Your Angel is lovely, what a beautiful tribute to the tragic loss of a baby 🙂
Many thanks – we are surrounded by bright lights and colour in the modern world and take such things for granted but the impact of these windows on congregations up to at least the 19th century is hard to imagine. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to talk.