Twenty-nine years ago I was a student in Winchester, England. It afforded me a fabulous opportunity to travel around much of Great Britain and Paris.
Here I am at Loch Ness in Scotland in front of the eerily gorgeous Urquhart Castle.
I became enamored with a lot of things while in the UK … tea with fresh cream delivered in the wee hours if you left 20-pence on the stoop, a hearty pint at the pub, pubs, fish-and-chips wrapped in paper to eat on the go, train travel, £10 theatre tickets, bed-and-breakfast inns, and so much more.
But gargoyles fascinated me. I took photos of every one I stumbled upon. And there were many.
This one in Norwich at the top of the downspout …
These at the top of Notre Dame in Paris …
Oops. Those are the girlgoyles I lived with.
This one isn’t technically a gargoyle, but it’s one of my favorite pictures. I love the marriage of old and new here in Salisbury …
I was reminded recently of my love of gargoyles when picking up my son at the airport in Denver. Next time you’re there, take some time to investigate the nooks and crannies of this gorgeous airport. This guy keeps an eye on baggage claim …
But he won’t listen to you complain.
Do you like gargoyles? Where’s your favorite?
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Did you really get that close to them? Is that still allowed? Did Wes hold you by your belt?
Oops. Now that it’s 2013, it was 30 years ago. Yes, I really got that close. I had borrowed my dad’s camera for the duration which was just a basic 35mm … no wicked cool zoom lenses or anything. I don’t recall it being harrowing, but then, I was a mere slip of a girl and wasn’t worried about breaking a hip every time I took a step.
You know what? It was 1982 …. 31 years ago. Gah! I’ve aged two years in the last 3 hours!
Cool! Me loves gargoyles!
Favorite one?
The one that looks back at me in the mirror. Can’t seem to shake it, always has its mouth open, and what a BIIIG mouth it is….