The chapel of the bishop's residence Ziesar Castle
The chapel of the bishop's residence Ziesar Castle is an outstanding structure in the late Middle Ages, an interesting church of Gothic architecture. The almost perfectly preserved wall and ceiling paintings in the interior and the ornate facade make it a Historic-Artistic Monument. 1470 Bishop of Stechow inaugurated in Ziesar Castle one of the bishop's residence worthy chapel. It has a rectangular vaulted brick hall with stone galleries and chapel-like niches. The impressive room, the walls are decorated with painted wall hangings, a frieze deposed and painted with green vines monochrome painting. The walls of the side niches are provided with a crescent Madonna, the root of Jesse, and a suspected Marie pedigree. The chapel was used after the Reformation rarely for worship. At the end of the 17th Calvinists century whitewashed the paintings with white paint. Just putting the medieval paintings could be saved over the centuries, and ultimately restored. The chapel of the bishop's residence Ziesar Castle is the Catholic community since 1952 as a house of worship available.
The Grade II listed stone church was built in 1200. The walls of the church are of unhewn, regional a...
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.