PULPIT

Maybe at some time you have dozed off during a sermon. Harder to do so in this venue because there is so much eye candy all around. Given my lack of credentials, I've only stood in a pulpit once. It was in Belfast, where John Wesley preached. No one paid any attention to me.

Something I like about this picture is that it is divided in half. The right is all simple horizontals with a big vertical slash. The left is full of filigree and do-dads. Balance? I'm not sure.  

Changes coming. THE FRINGE OPENS TONIGHT.               

COLONNADE

Toward the back of the St. Louis Cathedral Basilica. The columns are very different in design and I wish I knew more about the architectural concept of the place. The fact that there are so many mosaic images and their style suggests Byzantine. Maybe I should just look it up.            

A TASTE FOR THE ORNATE

The business end of the St. Louis Cathedral Basilica, not to be confused with St. Louis Cathedral, which is in New Orleans. The style is not Baroque; the overwhelming detail of its decoration comes from mosaics, not painted putti and saints. It is a far cry from the spare and elegant cathedral in Evry, France, which was introduced to us by our friend and colleague, Olivier Perrin. Both churches were built in the 20th Century and reflect very different esthetics.            

BOB GOES TO CHURCH

Not the most common occurrence but that's what eleven years in Jesuit schools can do to you.

The International Photography Hall of Fame, which happens to be located in our fair city, holds workshops from time to time. Today I did a program on architectural photography that included two hours of shooting in St. Louis' Cathedral Basilica. There's nothing like it. The interior is covered by mosaics, more than any other building in the western hemisphere. This is a bit of the transept. I come out of a day like this stunned by how much I don't know.           

Heavenward

St. Louis Cathedral Basilica, kinda Holga-ized. The beacon was off that day.