This was going to be a post about God.
Or mebbe not so much about God, but about the unease I feel at the sight of those who interpose God between themselves and the world, themselves and other people.
But, criminy, on this humid Wednesday night, how ’bout some photos instead?
A feline representation of my state of mind
Heading uptown. . . .
One of the things I love about the Cathedral Church of St John the Divine’s is that it is so understated. It is the space itself which impresses, not gilt and glitz.
That said, the sculpture at the entrance to the Close is soooo over-the-top, and so not like the rest of the place, that I can’t help but dig it:
The archangel Michael after slaying Satan, cuddling a giraffe (!)
You really do have to see the whole thing to appreciate it—
More giraffes!
—but here are some of the, ah, elaborations around the sculpture:
If I had a better camera, I could give you a glimpse of the magnificence of the interior. As it is, I can offer only this, the rosette above the re-installed organ pipes:
And this, from the chapel of St Martin of Tours:
Sculpture of Joan of Arc, above a stone removed from her cell
Ah, well, if I’m not hauled off to debtor’s prison and manage to get my fiscal unbalance balanced, I’ll splurge on a camera worthy of this place.
And now for a completely misleading shot:
Side by side in perfect harmony. . . ?
Actually, not:
Tolerance
This is as close to peace as we get in this household.
Oh, hell, one last shot of the menagerie surrounding the archangel:
I got a weakness for lizards; what can I say?
(inspired by Ms. Blithe’s photos of sandstorms in Queensland)
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