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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
Eyes Pulled Upward
The very first thing I did was look up. How could I not?
Cathédrale de Notre-Dame de Paris
Paris, France
photographed 6.11.2017
The sacred and the ordinary
Sure, there was a lot to look at in this old church – columns that dated from the 11th century, a very interesting World War I memorial, stained glass, and so on. But of course it was the dish towel, drying on a radiator under a stained glass window, that captured my attention.
Photographers were asked to donate £2 and wear a sticker that identified us. Of course, I made the donation. And I kept the sticker, too. In case I ever need Official Photographer cred.
St. Edward’s Church
Stow-on-the-Wold, UK
photographed 6.4.2017
Also – the funeral of The Who’s bassist, John Entwhistle, was held in this church in 2002. So, there’s that.
Sacred to the Memory
This little forest of candles caught my attention first. And then, I read the markers on the wall.
The top marker, for Martha, made me sad to think that apparently in 69 years, her only accomplishment was having been born.
The second marker was just full of information. A wool stapler is a person who buys wool from a producer, grades it, and sells it to a manufacturer. And “relict” means something that has survived from an earlier period, which must mean that Sarah was Mr. Wilbraham’s widow.
Also, inside this little church in a random town, we ran into some friends from home. And home is 4,800 miles away. Small world, eh?
St. John’s Church
Cirencester, UK
photographed 6.4.2017
