Tiffany windows part two

Tiffany Stained Glass Windows
Tiffany stained Glass Windows


Yesterday I promised to bring you some photos that showed what the Tiffany windows looked like from afar. As you can see, they are really stunning.


Laodicea and Smyrna
Laodicea and Smyrna


In this image, I composited my two favorites into a side by side image so that you could get a better idea of what they looked like. The Tiffany glass artists really lived up to their reputation of being the best in their field.

I am not a religious person. However, I really appreciate the art and music that religion has inspired in others. Stained glass windows happen to be a favorite. If you have some favorite stained glass windows, share them with us by providing a link in the comments.

Have a wonderful day.



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During Sunday's tour of stained glass windows, I had the opportunity to view seven stained glass angels created by Tiffany and Company in 1902. Simply put, they were gorgeous. The windows were salvaged from The Church of New Jerusalem, once located in Cincinnati, Ohio.




In many places, the windows were crafted with six layers of glass. to get the effect that Tiffany was looking for he used his trademark opalescent glass.




The seven angels represented seven biblical churches.




The angels were removed when the state seized the church property by eminent domain, raising the church. The windows then lay crated, sometimes in barns, until they were recently "re-discovered" and restored.








The stunning exhibit was located in the library of a small local university. We practically cheered when the librarian agreed to turn the lights off so that we could photograph the windows while they were backlit. Tomorrow, I will treat you to some images taken from a distance to that you can see the eight foot windows in their entirety.

Have a great day folks.



the beauty of simplicity

Once a month, an old friend and I spend a day together with one goal in mind, to share the day talking and practicing photography. Each month, we alternate who is responsible for planning and making arrangements. May was my turn and I knew exactly where I wanted to bring my friend, Jim.


Three hours south of my home is a historic village settled by a religious sect called the Shakers. They are famous for their industrious work ethic, quality craftsmanship, simple design sensibility, and their religious life. Though there are only a handful of shakers left, their impact on culture and design have been enormous.

Peg Rail

Shaker design is famous for its simplicity. Straight lines and gentle curves are featured in the furniture, buildings, and products that they make.

Window and Chair 

Shaker homes are orderly. Every item has a place and when not in use, needs to be stored away. Their buildings were kept spotless.

Hanging Chair

Everything must have a purpose. If the shakers could not find a basic use for any object, they had no use for it. This is not to say that the shakers did not enjoy beauty. Everything they made had beauty. However, they did not create art just for art's sake. Instead, the shakers took everyday utilitarian objects and made them beautiful.

Light and Door 

The Shakers lived in large communal homes that were filled with open space and light. Every exterior wall is filled with large windows that let light stream into the room. The light leads you through their buildings from one room to another.

Central Stair 2 

Shakers believe in gender equality, however they do not believe in procreating. Men and women are strictly segregated, each having their own building entrances and stairwells. The sect maintained its numbers through adoption, volunteers and in the early years, indenture.


However, as time passed by, the Shaker's belief in no-procreation meant that their congregations could not be sustained. Today, with very few remaining, the Shakers are only remembered for the beauty that they created and left behind.

Knobs and Drawers 

The Shaker village at Pleasant Hill Kentucky is one of the few locations where you can see their legacy. The farm remains active, though now it is primarily staffed by volunteers. The living history museum gives you the opportunity to experience the world of simple beauty created by the Shakers.

Trustee's Stairwell 

The Shakers believe that making something well is like a prayer to God. Though I am not a religious person, I can easily see how the Shakers could see God in the beauty and light that made up their homes, their furniture design and in their simple lifestyles.




Angels mystify me. I often see them in stature form at churches and in art museums. Often, they are shown as female but all of the angels named in the bible are male. Well… boy or girl?

On a photographic note, I've come to see that museums are the masters of good lighting. I like to visit them regularly and the lighting is always fantastic. Want to study lighting? YOu could learn a lot at the local art museum.


hello shelly anne

Concrete Dreams


The old woman's chest rose and fell in shallow swells as she lay on the hard bed in the sparse room. A small oscillating fan attempted in vain to move the heat around to no avail. Instead the warmth was just chased from one corner to the next. Two marginally younger women sat quietly next to her. Bent in prayer, their mouths formed the shapes of the words in silence, though he could clearly understand their thoughts. Slowly and deliberately their hands traced the lines of the beads that meant so much to them. These women called the old one "Mother". Most of her life, she had been called "Sister". If he could form such a relationship, he supposed that he would call her daughter more than either of the other two.

He looked forward to speaking with her for the first time. So many questions he wanted to ask for so many reasons. He had not known her long, though in truth he knew her much longer than any of the others. Still 93 years was only a moment. The old woman had managed to fill the short life with so much living as she had shaped the world and the lives around her through her iron will and unshakeable faith.

He remembered the day she faced down the Tonton Macoute officer in 1964. He thought that he would need to step in on the woman's behalf but the officer had been intimidated by the courage she had shown and had ordered his men to spare the orphanage and the children living in it. The machetes would not be used that day. When he had left, the woman's small frame betrayed her and she staggered as her body finally shook with the fear that she dared not show in front of the man. When he thought that he would need to support her, she had straightened her own body and slowly walked into the building where she collapsed into a chair and wept.

He would not have to wait much longer. The woman's time was almost at hand. She had faced her own death with grace and courage just as she had almost everything in her life. He wondered what she would say to him? Though she had never indicated that she knew, he had no doubt that she felt he was there and had always known. 

His thoughts turned to the whirlwind of energy that she had been when she was just six and those that knew her called her Shelly Anne. She had forbidden her father from putting down the sickly lamb, promising to care for it and to bring it back to health. Like every promise that she had made during her life, she was true to her word and soon the lamb was running around the pasture with the others. At that moment, he knew she was to be different and that he would have his hands full.

Since she had reached the age of 26, when the plain gold ring had been placed on her finger, the world had called her Margaret Frances. He knew that she had always continued to think of herself by the old name. To him, she was simply "Her". He did not need a name to know her.

Now at 93, on a Tuesday afternoon, six days after the anniversary of her birth, the old woman took a deep, final breath and as the air sighed out of her settling lungs, he turned to face her. To greet her for the first time.