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Mission Santa Clara
In spite of the rain showers that threatened on Saturday, D. and I went to Mission Santa Clara at nearby Santa Clara University, and I took some pics before I became too tired and achey and we had to come home.
A shrine near the mission.
The campus.
The spire on the church.
Primroses are a bright spot in the garden outside the church.
The roses wait for spring.
St. Augustine of Hippo next to a side door to the mission.
The mission sanctuary.
An ornate light fixture.
An 1889 painting by Riva Giuseppe Bergamo.
A last look at the interior before we go back outside.
Founded in 1777, this mission was the first to bear the name of a woman, St. Claire of Assisi.
A black phoebe waits for insects to catch in the garden.
A camellia in the garden.
A squirrel scampers around the grounds.
The Ricard Observatory, no longer functional and which now houses documents about the history of Santa Clara University.
Bright red nandina berries are a counterpoint to the gray day.
Echoes of autumn linger below Bradford pear trees on campus, already in full bloom.
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In spite of the rain showers that threatened on Saturday, D. and I went to Mission Santa Clara at nearby Santa Clara University, and I took some pics before I became too tired and achey and we had to come home.
A shrine near the mission.
The campus.
The spire on the church.
Primroses are a bright spot in the garden outside the church.
The roses wait for spring.
St. Augustine of Hippo next to a side door to the mission.
The mission sanctuary.
An ornate light fixture.
An 1889 painting by Riva Giuseppe Bergamo.
A last look at the interior before we go back outside.
Founded in 1777, this mission was the first to bear the name of a woman, St. Claire of Assisi.
A black phoebe waits for insects to catch in the garden.
A camellia in the garden.
A squirrel scampers around the grounds.
The Ricard Observatory, no longer functional and which now houses documents about the history of Santa Clara University.
Bright red nandina berries are a counterpoint to the gray day.
Echoes of autumn linger below Bradford pear trees on campus, already in full bloom.
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