St. Patrick’s Church

St. Patrick and I are relative strangers; none of my family hails from Ireland, I’m not Roman Catholic, and, insofar as hagiography goes, Patrick has never really been one of my favourites. I prefer the saints reputed to have wry senses of humour, like Lawrence or Agatha. At least, I hope Agatha was finding some…

Look up. Look waaaaay up.

Lately I seem to be taking a lot of pictures of churches, probably due to winter being a chilly time in Newfoundland and photographic opportunities that are indoors seem quite appealing. John and I bumped into a friend of Katherine’s today at a bookstore and somehow managed to wind up childless for the afternoon, so…