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A story about Angels & Demons angels-demons

Although I was born a Catholic, I don’t consider myself one anymore. Ergo, I don’t go to church. Last weekend, however, I did. I accompanied Sam who had to take photos for a class project. I carried the tripod for her — my tripod because she left hers in the condo — I set it up for her, I should have asked her to pay me just like any photographer pays an assistant but, of course, I didn’t.

While Sam took photos of the church exterior, I amused myself with my Powershot G10 (I was too lazy to bring the dSLR) and the lights hanging in the trees in the plaza in front of the church. angels-demons2

And I took photos of Sam from afar. I wasn’t fast enough and she had covered her face with her hand before I could press the button.

But, anyway, this is about angels and demons.

When the last mass for the night was over and the crowd had dispersed, we started taking photos inside the church. angels-demons3

Yep, even a small cam like the Powershot G10 can take great photos if you’re willing to slouch and twist your body this way and that just to get the perfect angle.

When I got tired of photographing the altar and the ceiling, I started to walk along the outermost aisles. And there were these angels… The angels with the fonts (or is it founts?), the bowl with the holy water. angels-demons4

I wanted to take a wide shot with the angels all lined up, the nearest one the largest and the farthest one the smallest. But there weren’t enough angels to form a line as long as I wanted. Sam said later that I should have stood with the angels so she could have taken a shot of “angels and demons.” Asar.

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