Unique converted church in Portland, Oregon, this was built in 1926 and was the first Italian Presbyterian church.($1.250M) Completely gutted and modernized, there is basically nothing of the original architecture.
It was converted to a home in 2002, and you can kind of picture how it looked, by the configuration of the entrance hall.
The main living area was clearly the church nave and choir loft.
Interesting fireplace.
They did a good job of delineating the living spaces.
Very contemporary kitchen.
It looks like the owner teaches music.
On the 2nd level is the master with skylights.
This closet must be in the turret that you see in the front of the building.
🇵🇷 Yesterday, my mom, John, and I worked at Second Union Church before picking up my dad at the airport and driving to Aguada. Since this morning we have been doing maintenance work and repairs at the church we support in Hormigueros. This work trip during Holy Week, to me, is a precursor to the work that will be done this summer through our youth camps and construction work. In one of the rooms of this church, I have been scraping paint of its walls. Depending on how many layers there are, some of what I have been scraping or pulling off, is almost like pulling off wallpaper. The work has been hard, but very, very rewarding.
you know what if I were a peasant during the middle ages hearing this I wouldn’t even think twice about repenting. say what you will about the medieval catholic church but they did have some bangin acoustics
I've got some specific and extremely strong aversions to certain repetitive motions/noises, and I've noticed the uniting factor among all of them is that the thing happening is going to go on indefinitely.
People talking in the office doesn't bug me, but someone using a mechanical keyboard is torturous. I don't mind the noises of cars/people passing by in the street, but hearing my neighbor's tv from below kills me. I don't mind being around people who are eating, but being around someone chewing gum is utter hell.
The other part about this which is hell is these extreme aversions aren't common, so I know I'm not being the reasonable one to expect no one to ever use a mechanical keyboard around me, or ever chew gum around me, or put on the tv around me. And I think that adds to it because I know I'm not in the right to ask these things to stop (I do, sometimes, if I'm friendly with the person and I try to make it clear this is a huge favor to me but still.)
Anyway I'm just kinda musing out loud but also wondering if this is maybe a thing in like... some capacity. Being stuck in the vicinity of some noise/visual motion which is repetitive, will continue indefinitely, and which I have no say in making stop. The ongoing-ness and the I-don't-control-when-or-how-it-stops-ness. Like is that a neurosis with a name? Chinese water torture would unravel me at the molecular level.
wanting to buy a house with an interesting and unique exterior but knowing I wouldn’t be able to post photos or videos of the cool exteriorbecause someone would fucking doxx me
reconstruction of the house where my grandmother spent her childhood. the old house was demolished a couple of years back as it couldn't be renovated and a new one is being built in it's place using the original building techniques from the 19th century
Seen on our trip to Three Rivers this wkend, a massive steer w horns at a quaint market, a stone school bldg, and someone is renovating an old church into a house- LOVE that they painted it all black!😍🖤
i was never one for attending catechism and church however the interior of it was amazing…i used to attend the spanish sermons and the choir was SO beautiful. so much so i’ve considered emailing my former catechist to ask him for the list of songs they used