#york minster

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Less known than its Lincoln Cousin, the York Minster Imp is just as impressive and one time had door knockers and other souvenirs made in its image- York Minster, UK

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Vintage railway posters evoke a bygone era of romantic travel.

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St. Peter's Cathedral and Metropolitan Church in York or York Minster, the largest Gothic cathedral in northern Europe. Minster is an honorary title that was granted to some churches in England. The Old English expression mynster "a monastery church" or monastic church, comes from Late Latin monasterium. As many of these churches in England became cathedrals, the word is sometimes used to refer to a "cathedral".

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I agreed to take out a hit on a Muppet (Kermit, but apparently he deserved it, he’d been involved in some pretty horrible stuff in Laos, and it was time for him to pay). That went fine, but then I met up with a super-fan of Christopher Lee, who wanted to cut off my hand as a souvenir because I once shook Christopher Lee’s hand in York Minster (for the record, I did shake Christopher Lee’s hand in York Minster, I just never thought it would haunt me like this). And I’m not sure how it’s related, but that same night, my wife said the one thing I very clearly said was, “The rule for Mother’s Day is: Don’t.” (Punctuation guessed at by her intonation).   

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Gothic ceiling eye candy...

When shooting architecture, don't forget to look up!!

⛪ St Eulalia Cathedral and Sagrada Familia, Barcelona

⛪ St Mary's Basilica and St Joseph's Church, Kraków

⛪ York Minster

⛪ Margam Castle, Port Talbot

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york minster part 2

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Peregrine falcon chicks from the cathedral tower, drawn in charcoal.

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York Minster

22nd July 2024

This was one of the most beautiful cathedrals I have visited in the UK. My second favourite would be St David’s Cathedral in Wales.

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Bronica ETRS with Zenzanon 75mm f2.8 lens, taken on CatLabs X Film 320 and ReflxLab 500T ECN-2 film. B&W developed with Ilfosol 3

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Grotesque outside York Minster, November 2023

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View from the central tower of York Minster. York, England.

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Flowers in the Dean's Yard by York Minster herald the early spring

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York Minster 2024

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The symbol of destitution.

Above me, you, your close relatives and friends is this haze. We try to remember something about ourselves only to have found that there is nothing there. Leaving us to find that the haze above us is merely meandering. And when we are at our low, it will, and to many, it has made it's descent upon us.

I speak of this haze as if it were an enemy, a person to whom only wants to profit off of your disbalance. But hear me now, for the haze is no man nor God. It is apart of nature that presents its inevitability to everyone, like death. Some engulfed never get out. Some engulfed find a home within the fog of fear. And others? They keep walking. What more can you do when oblivion descends upon you? You keep walking.

The good are judged. The bad are watched. Oblivion does not discriminate. Therefore, the good of your soul may be questioned. The people to whom you exemplified charity unto, they will be remembered in due course. And if you in your power have no strength to recall. Oblivion will have you remember. For it wants to see it all, and know all of which you have done in this life.

I believed in an afterlife where we in ourselves would be granted the opportunity to watch our life play out like a movie. After many astounding discomforts arose in place of humble beginnings, I have then begun to understand that we as people are to endure discomfort for eternity more. Not out of some cynical source of payment for mere existence, nor because I believe we are but to be punished for our inhales and exhales; solely due to the mere sight of what it means to be human.

So when that day comes. When oblivion descends upon you and demands moment of tranquility. Do not fret. For the shadows within the mist are of no physical embodiment. Just a reminder of who you used to know. How you knew them. Why they are no longer around. And most importantly, what part of you did you lose alongside them.

The afterlife is no moment of certainty. We all have this idea of what is next for us. Oblivion is my check in stop and final battle. If I do not surpass a general existential understanding, at least I can find meaning in facing oblivion itself. And maybe like those of whom have found home there, I will find comfort in discomfort.

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