- Constantine
- You can find anything and everything in Constantinople
The City
Archangel Gabriel -- Aghia Sophia
Aghia Sophia
Acropolis
Aghia Sophia -- The Church of Divine Wisdom
Aghia Sophia -- Interior
My Aghia Sophia
Images and my drawings of one of the world's great buildings
Temple of the Goddess of Wisdom
The City and the Sea
Byzantium
Kastro - Siphnos
Kastro-Siphnos
A beloved little island in the middle of the Aegean
http://www.islandstrolling.com/islands/cyclades/sifnos/english/kastro.htm
http://www.greeka.com/cyclades/sifnos/sifnos-villages/sifnos-kastro.htm
http://www.magicaljourneys.com/Sifnos/sifnos-kastro.html
http://www.denverhughes.net/Trip/Album/Mar01/Mar7-Kastro/index.htm
http://www.islandstrolling.com/islands/cyclades/sifnos/english/kastro.htm
http://www.greeka.com/cyclades/sifnos/sifnos-villages/sifnos-kastro.htm
http://www.magicaljourneys.com/Sifnos/sifnos-kastro.html
http://www.denverhughes.net/Trip/Album/Mar01/Mar7-Kastro/index.htm
Hellas--Greece
The City and the Sea
New York New York
The City
Radio City Music Hall http://www.radiocity.com/about/index.html
The Elevated trains --In Manhattan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFWdw4CH8CE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEG4re43ub8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEnz52PMr3E&feature=related
Radio City Music Hall http://www.radiocity.com/about/index.html
The Elevated trains --In Manhattan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFWdw4CH8CE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEG4re43ub8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEnz52PMr3E&feature=related
Brooklyn Bridge
Yankee Stadium 1920's
Renovated Yankee Stadium
New York Yankees
Endymion: By John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darken’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make’
Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o’ercast,
They alway must be with us, or we die.
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darken’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make’
Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o’ercast,
They alway must be with us, or we die.
She walks in Beauty: By Lord Byron
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824