Or...how this could be called my capital affair...or crime...you pick! And keep ya minds outta the gutta! I know...these are columns. My affair began in high school. I had the most wonderful teacher, Ms. Shannon. She allowed me to take her class, when I was supposed to have had lunch. This meant I didn't get to eat during the day, as I left straight from school to go to work. So, as we sat in the dark with a glowing screen filled with images of the most beautiful art in the world...there would come a crunch or a snap. That was me, eating carrots and apples. On occasion, God love her, she'd ask me to hold off on the next bite while she explained something!! A wonder wonderful woman, to whom I owe so much joy. Ms. Shannon, from Moorestown High School, this one is for you!
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| Ok...so these aren't capitals or columns, they're corbels...and fantastic ones....every single one is different. |
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| In this church each and every capital is different. |
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| and beautiful in it's own way! |
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| Some look to have had some repair work. |
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| Some just take your breath away with their details |
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| I'm telling you .... this church left me weak in the knees! |
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| I need to go back...I didn't get them all... |
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| One more for the road... |
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| and then there are windows...and light... |
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| Oh...and him too! I need me a trip to Spain....Now! |
Wonderful, those arches, columns and corbels, Karin ...
ReplyDeleteI loved that church in Fromista too Karin- and Ms Shannon didn't even teach me. So I can see why you would be weak at the knees with all that knowledge!
ReplyDeleteOne thing I remember- the guy taking the entrance money just knew we were entitled to the pilgrim rate. Was it something about the way we were dressed?!