Often while driving I see this gorgeous basilica (at least that is the term that comes to mind!) and can never seem to get a shot (since I'm barreling down the highway...). Going to
savethedome.net, I learned that the church is called
St. Mary of the Angels. I just think it is one of the most gorgeous churches I have ever seen. Is it sacrilegious that I prefer to enjoy the architecture of a church rather than go to one regularly? Maybe. But I just can't help myself... I feel a need to climb something to get a lovely shot of all those amazing angels...
I always wonder: what would it have been like to grow up having religion be beautiful, at least on the outside? To sit in a cavernous church - would I feel closer to God? What would it be like to have concrete religious beliefs instead of the scattered remnants of a forced strict religious upbringing? Does a person feel more connected to others? To themselves? To God? Would it have made a difference? Would I be less dysfunctional? More so? Do angels really watch over me? Pondering, pondering...
