The second image of the church building of my childhood. The structure is in the shape of an “L”, with the altar right at the lower left corner where the horizontal and vertical lines of an “L” meet. This is taken looking towards the alter from the end of the horizontal part of the “L.” In know that the church is not a building – it is people following as disciples – still, this was very sad for me to see.
Moving away from the shore and back to my home town for a series – if 4 is a series – of images of the church I grew up in. This is the old St. Raphael’s Church in East Meadow, NY. The parish has built a beautiful, modern sanctuary and this is all that remains of the St. Raphael’s of my childhood. The structure is in the shape of an “L”, with the altar right at the lower left corner where the horizontal and vertical lines of an “L” meet. This is taken from the alter looking at the longest part of the sanctuary.
The title sounds like the beginning of a nice poem, or a novel about a photographer’s adventures on the shores of a long island… but, for now, it will serve as a title. Taken on my recent trip to Jones Beach. Thanks for stopping by.
(Under the snowboardwalk) we’ll be havin’ some fun
(Under the snowboardwalk) people walking above
(Under the snowboardwalk) we’ll be falling in love
Under the snowboardwalk, snowboardwalk!
(The Drifters, with a little editing from yours truly)
I know, back to the shore! Sorry… it is home, memories, peace, serenity and sentimental nostalgia. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Thanks for stopping by.
Another post from my recent trip to New York. Spent a wonderful, wintry afternoon at Jones Beach. Could not find a lifeguard anywhere, so I went to this lifeguard station to see if any would show up. None did.
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