So after the tower tour the only way left to go was up again! This time to the roof!
The architecture changed every time the Cathedral changed hands so the other tower (on the left in the second photo) was never completed. The smaller church in the background had a different view on what East was!
The three arches dominate the West Front of the Cathedral. Sadly due to pollution most of the limestone statues have fallen into a state of disrepair. Acid rain eats away at the limestone and thus the West Front project was born!
There is nothing more wonderful than the knowledge that this cathedral has stood since the 12th century. The fingers of time have tried and failed to claim this structure.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.William Shakespeare, “King Richard II”, Act 2 scene 1
Greatest English dramatist & poet (1564 - 1616)
A ship in harbour is safe, but that’s not why ships are built.
Oh my goodness look what else just made it back to my dashboard! One day I’ll own this chandelier!
We all carry things inside that no on else can see.
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.
When our ladies retired from the Grand Ballroom they returned to their first class suites.
“No section of the RMS Titanic is more famous than its 1st-class quarters, with room for 905 passengers in 416 cabins, staterooms and private suites. At a time when upper-class Americans still felt that Europe was the epicentre of culture and style and so lengthy annual visits to London, Paris, Monaco and the French Riviera were felt to be necessary and with more and more members of the European élite having relatives in America and Canada, the time had never been better for expanding the 1st-class section of the new breed of “floating palaces.”“
“Photographer Andrew Moore takes us beyond the individual toll of a failed economy to something more Pompeiian in scope. To an empty city falling in upon itself, in unspeakable tragic beauty. Andrew writes in the book of his own excavations: of a grove of birch trees literally growing from rotting books, of a homeless man frozen head first at the bottom of a flooded elevator shaft, of pheasants with entire city blocks to themselves to roost and nest, of the surreal re-ruralization of what was once America’s fourth largest city, now covered in ivy and moss. Moore’s spectacular photographs take us to places where the outside has come in and where the inside, quiet and soaring as a cathedral, has become sacred in its desolation.”
I find this one to be particularly thought invoking, my heart is missing.