Freiberg (Saxony) - Cathedral
The Town of Freiberg in the Ore Mountains in Saxony became very rich with silver mining. Around 1500 a new magnificent church was built on the place of an old one. The architecture is a triple-naved late Gothic hall church: the aisles are as high as the nave. Typical of the late Gothic style is that the church should form a large open space. The thin pillars and the beautiful ceiling contribute to that. The ceiling spans the entire room like a web.
Famous pieces of art in the panorama are:
- Crucifix with Maria and St. John from the predecessor church (around 1230)
- the pulpit in form of a tulip ("Tulpenkanzel", Master H.W., 1510), a masterpiece of stone carving
- the organ, built by Gottfried Silbermann (1714), who had his workshop in Freiberg.
All pillers bear wooden sculptures (1510-20): apostles in the aisles, wise and foolish virgins in the nave. Next to the Tulip pulpit there is the Miner's pulpit (from 1638).
The most famous piece of art is not to be seen in the panorama, a magnificent portal with sculptures: the Golden Gate ("Goldene Pforte", around 1230). You would find the portal in the panorama behind the Tulip pulpit. The gate was the main entrance of the former church and transfered to the southern side.
My Photos from Freiberg: here
Technical details: panorama shots taken handheld, ISO 1600, Canon EOS 550D, Sigma 8mm Fisheye
Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)
And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.
Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.
Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!
But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.
Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.
And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.
Text by Steve Smith.