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Photo Friday: My Environment

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One of the many anomalies in Jakarta culture – a Catholic church in a Muslim country. This is what makes my environment so interesting.


A juxtaposition of religion

This is a Catholic church that is in Jakarta, directly across the street from the Masjid Istiqlal (the mosque from my photo a few days ago).  Before moving here, I was given the impression that there was tension between Islam and Christianity in Jakarta, but I’ve not found that yet.  There seems, from the people with whom I’ve spoken, to be a mutual respect.

Also, is it just me, or is the ceiling a little tribute to Darth Vader?  I am a huge fan of all things Star Wars, and sometimes I think I see Star Wars everywhere, but the ceiling really does look a little Vader-ish, right?


Take the steps down.

There is something magically mathematical going on here.  I love the resemblance to a Fibonacci spiral.  I also felt a little trepidation maneuvering my way down this narrow staircase not meant for big guys like me.

But what is life without a bit of risk.

Going down, anyone?


Mmm…glowy

Apparently my imagination is fairly…uh…stumped today.  I’ll save you the pain of trying to read my discombobulated thoughts and just post a photo for you.


A view of history

This is St. Ann’s Academy in Victoria, BC.  During the reception for my brother-in-law’s wedding this weekend, I took the opportunity to shoot the area surrounding the Parkside Resort and Spa.  Across the street from Parkside is St. Ann’s Academy.  It’s been a lot of different things in the more than hundred years it’s been around, but one thing that’s not changed is the beauty of this old building.

We do not build buildings like this anymore.

 


Photo Friday…on a Sunday. Weird

Photo Friday’s challenge this week is “Inside“.  I scoured my old files to find the right photo for this one.  I don’t use my flash, so inside shots are not my specialty.  I prefer available light sources, so I look for the right ambience in the subjects that I shoot.  I love to shoot churches; not that they’re particularly well lit, most of them aren’t, but I can slow my shutter speed down and then lose the people attending in a blur.

Anyway, I hope you like this.  It’s a church in Quebec City.  Lovely old place, if my memory serves.


Being in the church building…

…makes you a believer as much as standing in your garage makes you a car.

This analogy works for a lot of buildings – going to school makes you a students as much as…going in to work makes you a worker as much as…working in a school makes you a teacher as much as…

But the appeal in this analogy to me is that who you are is a choice, not a geographical position.  I think a great number of people I know believe that being in a place makes you something related to the place.  This is not true.  Not that being in a certain place is not inspirational, but there is a long way from inspiration to change.


Forgive us our trespasses…

…as we forgive those who trespass against us.  Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Boy, are those words ingrained in my head.  When I was a kid, we used to say the Lord’s Prayer in school every morning.  We had to recite it in the King James Version as well, so Shakespeare came quite easily to me (thanks, King James).  As I said yesterday, repetition holds importance for me, so I’ve had this locked away in the back of my brain since a very young age.  When I said it 180 times a year, for the first five years of school, it stuck in my memory.

So when I trespassed on BC Rail property on Monday afternoon, this phrase came ringing to the forefront of my consciousness.  I had already crossed one set of tracks, then a makeshift bridge over a small creek, but as I gained ground I was met with this at eye-level.  NO TRESPASSING.  The Lord’s Prayer rang through, but then another thought jumped in right afterward.  Someone had to paint that on the rail.  It was someone’s job to get down on hands and knees and spray-paint that message right there, where hundreds, maybe thousands, of people have walked.  I believe that it’s the railway company’s way of saying that, “If you get hit by a train here, we tried to warn you.”

Still, that still, small voice in my conscience, the one born of repetition of a King James phrased memorization regimen, spoke to me.

 

 

 


Let me “elaborate” on the Photo Friday challenge

Photo Friday’s challenge this week is “Elaborate.”  I had difficulty deciding on whether to try to illustrate the verb elaborate (to expand on something in detail) or the adjective (marked by complexity and intricate detail).  I decided, as you should see above, with the adjective, in the form of the Notre-Dame Basilica in Montreal.

I’ve been to the Vatican and to the Duomo in Florence and a number of other basilicas in Rome, Siena, Florence and Pisa.  For some reason, the Montreal Notre-Dame is my favorite basilica.  I think it’s the darkness of the interior, mixed with the deep but brilliantly lit blues.


Our Lady of Good Help

The chappelle Notre Dame de Bon Secours stands in old Montreal and the rear of the building overlooks Montreal’s waterfront.  Mary is keeping an eye out for danger.  Good old Mary.  She might want to keep her on that seagull.


Notre Dame, Montreal

I have little energy and little time.  Sorry.  Here’s the Notre Dame basilica in Montreal, Quebec.

Beautiful.


Breakfast

This is what Easter Breakfast looks like at my church.  I love the community aspect of it.  Everyone brings baked goods and shares as a great big group, drinks coffee and sits around tables, most likely discussing what they are eating.  My favorite part of this?  Paska.  It’s a traditional Easter bread (originates in Ukraine – one of many places where Mennonites lived).

We’re not “traditional” Mennonites.  In fact, if you are familiar with Mennonites from Pennsylvania or Kansas or Indiana, you’d not recognize us at all.  The major tenets have been lost, except for the food.  Our entire culture is based around food.  Mennonites I know, who don’t attend church, don’t know what pacifism or anabaptism are, all know what paska and farmer sausage and perogies are.  They all line up to buy portzelky (deep fried raisin fritters sold in paper bags so that the grease has somewhere to go) at the annual MCC sale (Mennonite Central Committee – a missions organization).

I still hold with this, however: community matters.  Most of these people, awesome people, don’t know me well, but they’d help me if I needed it.  That’s amazing and appreciated.

Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; panorama merged in PS CS4.