|A pink VALIS like beam from the sun hitting my iPod lens in Richmond, Tasmania|
|Pink light reflecting off the roof and coming through the window of St.Johns|
The town was initially part of the route between Hobart and
Port Arthur until the Sorell Causeway was constructed in 1872.
Richmond's most famous landmark is the Richmond Bridge, built in 1823 to 1825, around the time of the town's first settlement.
It is Australia's oldest bridge still in use.
| The Richmond Bridge in Richmond, Tasmania, Australia|
I stopped to have a look around Richmond on my way from Port Arthur to Launceston.
I was heading for Melbourne that weekend to see my AFL football team Brisbane Lions play the Richmond Tigers at the MCG (Melbourne Cricket Ground) as luck would have it, as my plan was just to see a game at the MCG, as I had never been there before and my home town team just happened to be playing there also that weekend, so the stars seemed to be lining up for me on my travels.
|My ticket for the weekend game at the MCG|
|Watching my team take on the Richmond Tigers at the MCG, June 2016|
|The Richmond football club in Tasmania, above and below|
a footy team named Richmond, but they weren't associated with tigers in their name, as far as I could tell.
My interest in checking out the town of Richmond didn't have anything to do with the local footy club though, I stopped to look at the stone bridge and then a white duck in the river caught my eye reminding of Michael Leunig's cartoon duck.
Which started me musing on my inner duck and almost made me feel guilty for eating duck when I was in Hobart, like I wrote about in this post -
|Looking over the stone bridge in Richmond while amusing my inner duck|
|The Brisbane Lions nearly ended up with a wooden spoon this season, too|
|Richmond's St.John's Catholic Church looking from the stone bridge|
|Richmond's St.John's Catholic Church|
|Seems that the "shop" is open today, but not the church :-(|
I had to buy a $5 fridge magnet to see what the stain glass windows in the church looked like.
I liked the magnet of the stain glass window, because to me it looked a bit like a pair of owl like eyes were staring over the figures below.
So, these interior shots above of inside St.John's I had to pinch off other internet sites, since I couldn't get in on the day I was there to take any photos.
|Manfred Weil's hand carved cross hanging on the wall in St.John's|
I have to admit though, that I only bought the above crucifix because years ago I had read in some book about subliminal messages how the way the abdominal muscles are painted on the Jesus in this artwork makes it look like he has a massive organ sticking out of the top of his pants, and whether it was an accident or not by the artist, I think the author of that book brought up a big talking point in this artwork, pardon the pun;-)
This video below is a good example of what I'm on about here until that last guy in the clip throws his paranoid two cents worth into the mix.
|The graveyard at the back of St.John's in Richmond, Tasmania|
|St.Luke's Anglican Church, Richmond, Tasmania|
|Inside St.Luke's Anglican Church, Richmond, Tasmania|
At least the doors to St.Luke's Anglican Church were open when I was there and I could take my own photos of the interior.
But, it wasn't until I got home to Brisbane and was looking at the photo of the pink beam in the photo that I took of St.John's right up the very top of this post and looking at the pink light on the roof of St.John's in the other photos above, while reading a passage of Jeff Kripal's book, 'Authors of the Impossible' in his chapter about French author Jacques Vallee, where Jeff writes,
"He [Jacques] proposed an analogy, the analogy of stained glass for what he called "hereneutics in action," that is, an interpretation of higher-level symbols from the point of view, and for the benefit, of the common person.
He spoke specifically of how stained-glass windows are able to refract an infinite cosmic light that has traveled from untold distances and times before it takes shape in the glass and is able to express itself in the human symbolic language of metaphor, symbol, and word.
He also spoke about how the light of the imaged windows is never the same.
It is different each day, each hour, even each minute, as the sun moves overhead and beams down at different angles and with different intensities."
That put my trip through Richmond into an entirely different light for me as I always liked the quote that, "you can never step into the same river twice", but now I know with Jacques reflective thoughts that I can't even look at the same river, or stained-glass window twice.