Landmarks around St. Louis

Keep the Faith

Shelley Sat, 07/08/2006 - 00:00

There's a famous Catholic cathedral here in St. Louis: The Cathedral Basilica. It's a beautiful building, with its green tiled dome and solid, hewn stone walls. What makes it unique, though, is its collection of mosaics. Only the Vatican has more mosaics.

Main church alter

I visited the Cathedral this week to scope it out for photographs for the MissouriGreen site. All visitors are welcome, with the only limitation on no photography in one small chapel to the side. They provide formal tours, but there are usually people about answering questions, providing stories of the mosaics, and the Byzantine architecture that inspired it. For instance, did you know that the balconies in many earlier churches were added so that pilgrims who traveled from afar could camp out there at night?

Church Balconies

The cathedral has three inner arches, with the main one over an inner dome with a white marble statue of Jesus Christ on the cross. On either side are chapels, four in all, and each very different from the others. There's also a museum, though I spent my time this first visit wondering about the main area.

I didn't take a tripod, but will my next visit. I also didn't have strobe lighting, and as such had to use the camera flash or a fast (and grainy) ISO and large aperture. However, I've seen photographs of the Cathedral all lit up and it doesn't do the Church justice. The magic of the place is the muted shadows of the simple, dark wooden pews, and the dark gray of the limestone and marble walls, offset by the color of the glass tiles–all around you, above you, high above you so that you stand staring up until you become dizzy with the effort.

(I have been reassured that if I wish to lay down on the ground to take photographs of the ceiling, I am more than welcome, and they'll try not to step on me.)

The Resurrection Mosaic

The mosaics range from a very old Italian style created by Tiffany's of New York, to very modern style. One section depicts scenes of the Church in St. Louis, including images representative of various Native American tribes in the area. The other sections of the cathedral portray traditional bible stories. Surrounding the scenes are geometric shapes, brilliant in color, filling in here and there: on podiums, around alters, and even on signs. Not gaudy though, because of the quiet neutral color of the stone and wood–little in the way of gold work, and that mainly in touches of gold leaf, or brass.

Mother Mary and Child

There are only two relatively colorful stained glass windows; in fact few windows at all. It's not a dark place, though. The lighting is soothing rather than penetrating, and even that on the tiles is just enough to display the pattern without overwhelming.

It's hard for me to say what was my favorite mosaic. Probably the more modern ones because of the unusual scenes and subtle coloring. There was one, though, in the lobby, that caught my interest. It showed Christ holding up his hands in a gesture of welcome, and surrounding him were the words:

I have fought a good fight. I have kept the faith.

mosaic of Jesus Christ

I rather liked the seal because its focus was on faith rather than religion; after all, keeping the faith extends beyond church, book, and priest.

I fight the good fight; I keep the faith. Sometimes that's all I have in life, but I'm not religious. I like to believe that the rules, the dogma, the small and large intolerances come from religion; the acts of kindness and beauty, the serenity of place come from faith.

A Day in the Park

Shelley Wed, 10/06/2004 - 18:00

I decided to hold off on Ozark trips until next week when the weather will hopefully be a little clearer. I also wasn't up for a 4+ car ride, having done too many of these lately. Instead, yesterday I spent time at the Sculpture Park, playing around with my new camera.

I feel remarkably free with the D70, and had a great deal of enjoyment 'experimenting' with different angles and lighting and color and views. The fall colors still aren't very advanced in St. Louis, but I managed to pick up some. And a few self-portraits, as well as other odds and ends.

"Portrait of Author I"

"Now these are big balls"

"Possibility"

"Golden Leaves"

I particularly liked this one, and I don't know why. I think it was the shallow clear water reflecting the sky and trees above the creek, and forming an overlay among the rocks. And if you look close, I swear there are little people's faces reflected in the rocks.

Did I happen to mention that I have long legs?

"Portrait of Author II"

Route 66

Shelley Sun, 05/11/2003 - 18:00

If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway, that's the best.
Get your kicks on Route 66.

It winds from Chicago to L.A.
More than 2000 miles all the way,
Get your kicks on Route 66.

Now you go through Saint Louie,
And Joplin, Missouri,
And Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty, you'll see…
Amarillo…
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona,
Don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino.

Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip?
Get your kicks on Route 66.

As song by Nat King Cole…not the Rolling Stones version and definitely not the Depeche Mode version

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Tower Grove: Fields of Daffodils

Shelley Sun, 03/23/2003 - 09:56

I knew that after the sun and rain this week that the daffodils at Tower Grove would be in bloom. All throughout the park were pockets of golden blooms, providing a bit of color — an end to winter and a promise of spring.

Today we walked about the park and looked at the spring flowers, and exhanged smiles with stangers who, like ourselves, are thankful for the gentle weather. At the faux ruins, we watched a couple of ducks make love. I called my roommate a voyeur. He asked, then, what am I? Duck pervert?

We had brunch at the Palm house — savory salmon lasagna, tender ham, and fresh fruit and delicate madelines, with a bit of bread pudding to fill in the corners. We ate outside on the patio next to the lily pond, alternately warmed by the sun and cooled by the gentle breezes. An elderly woman walked by with her old, old dogs and we smiled and said cute dogs. She smiled back, laughingly called them her 'attack dogs', as the one nearest came up to me, wheezing, to get a soft pat on the head.

I have an overwhelming desire to wrap myself in beauty and wear it like armor. Whatever anger I felt earlier in the week is gone, burned out. Now all I feel is sadness: for a continuing legacy; for those who have lost their lives too soon; and for those who are afraid. The sadder I feel, the more desperate I am for beauty.

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