box elder: Landevennec again, sermons in stones

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Landevennec again, sermons in stones

(That's Tom in the distance. I think the earlier fellow is St Guénolé, who has an even better Cornish/Welsh name, St Winwaloe.)

14 comments:

the polish chick said...: wow. there is something comforting in seeing nature take over, change, write palimpsests on our stone.; 4:36 pm
Lyse said...: Tu as l'art de la photo Lucy! J'aime beaucoup ces vieilles pierres. L'abbaye que tu as visité là est une merveille d'architecture et son histoire est intéressante à connaître .; 6:31 pm
marja-leena said...: One of my favourite subjects! Gorgeous photos of truly amazing stones, man-made and taken over by nature (as polish chick already said).; 6:53 pm
Rouchswalwe said...: Wow! Living stone in communication with nature. In the one photograph, he looks as though he has a little bouquet in his hand. These are wonderful. I can hear the wind and the rain sculpting the stone and the growing things holding on to the crevices and surfaces of the rock for dear life.; 5:22 am
Natalie d'Arbeloff said...: Stunning images, Lucy. Moi aussi j'aime ces vielles pierres. And you have the gift of choosing exactly the right details to capture.; 5:24 am
Roderick Robinson said...: Tom in a coat! Verily, verily the Octagon can simultaneously encompass a huge range of temperatures. One day here the thermometer dropped all the way down to 24 deg C and we started sniffling.; 7:37 am
Lucas said...: These stone pictures are like tales, old and full of contrasts, yet fresh with today's new angle, new light. Sermons in stone is a great title for this sequence and also a great title.; 11:38 pm
Fire Bird said...: A feast of juxtapositions. I like everything about these photographs; 1:52 pm
Zhoen said...: Living stone.; 10:52 pm
Roderick Robinson said...: The Mistral is similar to the Tramontana (see my most recent post) except that it flows down the Rhone valley rather than sidling in from the north-west over Languedoc. Both are winds that have driven people mad. Once I had a Scirocco (car); the eponymous wind flows in the opposite direction and sometimes brings sand with it. So you go mad and are abraded into the bargain. A horrible fate.; 1:12 pm
Roderick Robinson said...: Sorry, Luce. That comment above was intended for Rouchswalwe's blog. If you can make it fit your post I'd be more than appreciative.; 1:16 pm
Pam said...: It's all beautiful now, but wouldn't you love a bit of magic to allow you to see what it looked like when it was first finished...?; 12:37 am
HKatz said...: When I looked through the post, words from Joyce popped into my head: "tellmetale of stem or stone."

I like this ravaged stone, especially the face of the sculpture with an eye disappearing, and the expression on the face resigned, sad but accepting.; 7:25 am
Anonymous said...: Your title made me even more open to hearing from these pictures. Thanks for several hearty sermonettes from your stunning friends.; 2:42 am

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