The scene is a very busy bookshop. A bepigtailed elderwoman protagonist approaches the information desk. She pauses for a moment and then asks…
“Excuse me, Religion is…?”
Her bearded interlocutor pauses for a moment and then replies….
“Religion is in the gold room, just up the stairs.”
He pauses once again, and then asks, “Or were you looking for a more esoteric answer?”
hi uncle kelvin,
this is from your greatest fan and the bestest niece in the history of girls!!!
i think the pics of your church are brilliant!!! especially the one that is done like a sketch!! it was nice seeing you in england shire in january!! i am sat here now with thee old grandparents!!! the boys are fine sat on there nintendo’s(as usual!!) high school is so great i like it so much more than primary making lots of new friends and also going to church there!! hope to see you soon……..
love from the bestest niece in the world=NH x x
Pssst Kelvin!
If you look at the other photos in the series, you’ll see some snow. Besides which, it is a highly meaningful illustration of what chickens tend to do ‘in the snow’; namely they sensibly try to stay out of it!
Stop worrying Kelvin! I have just added my photographs to the site. Knowing your penchant for photos, I have included no less than 11 of your good self. Thank you again for welcoming the flickr group into St Mary’s I have had lots of very positive feedback about your tour and the building.
“Innovation” suggests this event may recur – I DO hope so – having kept my bugs at home in my sick bed, I was most disappointed to have to miss the fun – but thankfully not ALL of it – I have heard great comments from various people, and now have seen some tremendous photographs – thanks Kelvin for the inspiration, and thanks to all photographers for sharing your results.
Hope you can answer the question asked in the photo :
Here, here for doing it again! What a talented bunch of photographers.
wherever do you get all those good ideas?
Like I said Shona, it was a great idea!
A colleague in the diocese has died. He was a young priest. I knew him as someone who was generous and kind. He was a year older than me and died very suddenly on Friday. Another funeral I suppose.
As we gather to read the word this morning, there is one thing that is inescapable ? it is all about sheep. Sheep and shepherds everywhere.
One of the most extraordinary services I've taken here in Bridge of Allan was the week that a pipe band turned up, in full kit, for the 8 am Sunday Service. The eight o'clock is usually half a dozen of us, most more than 20 years older than me, enjoying the first, quiet light of…
The horror in Iraq grows ever deeper. The photographs of Americans torturing Iraqis have sickened me to the core. That they were doing this in one of Saddam Hussain's old torture palaces has managed to lower the moral status of the continued conflict even further.Not only that, but each horror like this makes it harder…
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