I'm taking a short break from my moratorium on church pictures because I'd always been curious to see if this one's as disgustingly ugly inside as it is outside.
It isn't. The interior's magnificent. Good artwork, but with a refreshing lack of the gewgaws and garbage Catholic churches are littered with. My parents never understood how I could tolerate all those garishly colored statues of irrelevant idiots. Now I have to agree with them. If I had any tolerance at all for old Yahoo and his purported son Jeebus, this place would be nice for time wasting.
I don't know what the hell that's supposed to represent, but I'm inclined to like it.
I saw him along Upton, near Central, and knew he wouldn't appreciate my getting the camera out of my pocket when he was only ten feet away. Had to keep walking until the fence and bushes partially blocked his view.
The form is simple, but the decoration pulls all the stops. The walking tour brochure lists John Waite as the first owner. I'm going to have to find out what the C is for. Someone must have liked pigeons.
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”