Snap Out of It! #Photography #Movie Clips

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”Snap out of it!”

One of my favorite films..EVER.

 

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Lincoln Church/#Thursday Doors

Unlike my tenacious blogging buddy, Dan Antion, I don’t have a lot of research to add to this week’s door photo. The First Plymouth Church of Lincoln was beautiful and peaceful. My new daughter-in-law and dear friend introduced us to it while on an evening walk during our recent trip to Lincoln for their wedding. She thought I would like it. I loved it! Just click on the link above to find out more about the services and mission statement.

From their website:

“First Plymouth Congregational church is a merger of two congregations.  On the morning of Sunday, August 19, 1866, First Congregation was organized in what was then known as Lancaster, Nebraska.  It was and is the first congregation to be organized in the town.  One year later, the name of the town was changed to Lincoln. 

In 1869, the congregation completed its first building, a 25 by 40 foot structure at 13th and L streets where the Cornhusker Hotel is now located.  The congregation grew and prospered along with the city…”

There are now two locations of the church.

The church is broadly diverse and non-denominational with intricate architectural accents-a work of art canvased against a bright Nebraska skyline.  There is even a sitting garden with a wall of internment memorials, simple yet significant.

I am sharing it here along with a few other images from our walk. Happy Friday my friends. It has been a long week now that I am once again so away far from my precious treasures…

 

It was a nice evening for a walk. The church was only a few blocks away which gave us a chance to enjoy the beautiful old homes and landscape. Eventually the church rose ahead of us, partially hidden in the shade of the trees.

 

 

Hayley tells me the bells ringing on Sunday morning is really beautiful. I am sorry I missed that.

 

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The tower was so impressive. I am not certain who the images are but perhaps saints or famous religious figures.
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A long distance image of the front door

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I love the quote over the door
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More of the unique sculpture on the grounds

 

The garden has a beautiful view of the distant skyline and is very peaceful.

 

 

As a photographer, it was the architectural details that really caught my eye.  If you ever get to Lincoln, you should at least drive by for a visit.

 

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With the sun setting, we took a few more photos and headed home.  We had a wedding to be ready for!  Next time…..

 

 

Norm Frampton is on holiday until October, but visit the link for this week’s guest host site and more great doors!

Crooked/Poetry

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There was a crooked man

who walked a crooked mile

to wag a crooked finger

at the moon’s crooked smile.

 

“Don’t laugh at me,”

he warned,

dejected and forlorn,

feeling quite abused,

angry and confused.

 

“So you’ve come to

me at last,

like a ghost from

out the past.

Is it recompense you seek,

if so why don’t you speak?”

 

(her crooked smile did not waver)

 

 

The crooked little man

took a crooked step

along the crooked walk,

he took a ragged breath

and then began to talk.

 

“You made me what I am,

you wicked, lusty dame.

Wandering this lonely path

until my legs are lame.

For what you promised,

yes you know

beneath that sultry

silver glow,

that love was true and

free for taking.

Thus I have spent a lifetime

making

love, and hope

and wicked ties

only to find it

all was lies.

I believed but

was deceived

you careless liar,

fueling fire

to burn men’s souls.”

 

 

Her majesty just grinned,

“My dear tho you have sinned,

’twas through no fault of mine,

nor the starlit night divine.

Each gem that fell into your hands

was swallowed by the shifting sands

of your deceit,

pressed into dust

from hungry lust

and blown away

at end of play.

Angels all, and at your call

You bruised and used and left them all!”

 

The crooked little man

dropped his head into his hands

and weeping bitter tears,

bemoaned the wasted years;

but she who knows not guilt or shame

felt no remorse for placing blame

upon the head

of he who shed

the tears that bled

his soul away.

(her crooked smile was wistful)

 

“Go back into the mists

and shake your crooked fists

at he who lives within the glass

and looks at you from out the past.

As dust to dust

return you must,

and thus reborn

you shall be sworn

to retribution,

love’s solution

lies in the hands of

he who understands

the turning of the tides

and that no one can hide

from she who holds the key

to bright eternity!

 

Cheryl KP 2018

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