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When I was a little kid, my family attended Forrest Heights Methodist Church. We were regulars, the sort of family who sat in the same pew every week. The church sanctuary was the first built space I had a strong affection for – the mid-century lines and combination of building materials felt right to me. I liked the light fixtures, too; they were big and stately and (to me) very church-like.

Not at all like this light, which looks like it should be hanging over Great Aunt Mabel’s kitchen table.

in abandoned church
Grenville, New Mexico
photographed 8.26.2017

The sunny side we also may view

Typical road trip conversation*:

Me: Look over there, at that old church/house/cemetery/etc.!

Patient Spouse: What? Where?

Me: OK. You have to make a u-turn.

Patient Spouse:

And that’s how I got this shot.

Grenville, New Mexico
photographed 8.26.2017

*When I’m not the driver. When I am the driver, I get to make ALL THE U-TURNS I WANT!

Pére waits for confession

The cathedral was crowded – with tourists and worshippers – but no one was in need of confessing anything. So the Father filled his by time looking at his computer.

Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris
Paris
photographed 6.11.2017

Prayer of the faithful

This. It made my whole trip.

Cathédrale de Notre-Dame de Paris
Paris, France
photographed 6.11.2017

Light me like a candle

It was a little disconcerting to visit the great cathedral while Mass was going on. But it did give me a couple of photographic opportunities that I would have otherwise missed.

Cathédrale de Notre-Dame de Paris
Paris, France
photographed 6.11.2017

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