(More than a week behind in posting again.)
We're visiting Clare's mom in Fremont, OH, for Easter, so we've attended services at her parish of St. Joseph. One of the interesting things about attending church at different places is seeing how local customs vary for the same services or celebrations.
Here the cross is very much rough-hewn, and the cross is laid with an almost-supine figure of the crucified Jesus.
I have often tried to photograph railroad tracks to their convergent vanishing point, but without good results until today when I captured a good, westward-looking shot at dusk. But today is Good Friday and the somber events we Christians remember today are part of the necessary preparation for the joy of Easter in a couple days. And the train tracks photo is more reproducible than this one which can only be managed one day per year.
Retired economics professor (“dismal scientist”). Married 40+ years to the love of my life; we have two grown daughters, both married, two granddaughters and a...