There’s something about pictures of churches that always gets me. I think its the steep roof angles with the tower reaching towards the sky. Like man reaching up to God. I’m not as religious as I once was, much more skeptical interest than fanatical faith.
Ahhh Mardi Gras. It’s something else in the states on the Gulf of Mexico. It marks the beginning of march towards the spring(even though it was 80 degrees a few days ago) and the suffocating humidity.
I don’t particularly know why I like this picture so much. Maybe its the lady in red in the doorway, the people sitting at the table inside dry and warm. The grain does give the photo a nice texture that I think a photo of a pub should have.
This was the first photo of the night’s adventures and I was surprised with how well it turned out, the yellow tables and chairs, the light showing through the glass. I just think it turned out really well.
WC Fulks 