Today I tagged along with Bill and another photographer on an urban decay kind of photo shoot.
We snuck into an abandoned school, church and a post office. We didn’t really take photos in the church. It was more or less an over-photographed location.
It was a lot of fun. Here are a few shots to whet your whistle.
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Lately, my Sunday morning Facebook feed is getting jammed with updates and photos from people going to church.
Church isn’t my thing, which makes me think of the Emily Dickinson poem: Some Keep the Sabbath going to Church. And if by “God”, Dickinson means the universe, the poem is perfect.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
I, just wear my Wings –
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.