Winter has returned, or maybe it never went away. Certainly the conditions in far north Wick were milder but I doubt that still holds true. This is just a small collection of images taken in and around Corbridge earlier today – I have processed them differently but they all come out the same – cold:
… 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:
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
ancient footprints are everywhere.
You could almost think that you’re seeing double,
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I got me a date with Botticelli’s niece.
She promised she’d be there with me,
When I paint my masterpiece
Every Sunday morning he would position himself on the green opposite Wargrave Church and adopt the pose of a classic painter working on his masterpiece. As the congregation emerged feeling suitably benevolent, ladies of a certain age would make a beeline for this creative old rogue; he seemed to be doing a roaring trade:
This is the church which sits on high ground and dominates Audlem. Although a Cheshire boy, I had never before visited this small village near the border with Shropshire although I have ‘sailed by’ on a narrowboat. It is a very attractive place which according to Wiki in 2005 “was voted Cheshire’s ‘Village of the Year’ and the North of England ‘Village of the Year’ also the ‘Most Vibrant Village in Cheshire’. After also winning the county’s ‘Building Community Life’ award, Audlem went on to win England’s ‘Building Community Life’ award….a Meryl Streep of villages.
These views of the church are taken from the road below and there is much going on ‘up’ there: a lone crow drifts on a westerly against a white cloud, a vapour trail scars the blue sky, the weathercock and Union Jack flutter on the same wind. The Church tower points to the same sky, always the domain of birds and now aviation: