I play around with the sun, trying without success to capture a picture that'll evoke strong religious emotions. In the end all I get is an underexposed picture.
At the top of the steeple is an ornate wind direction indicator thing-a-ma-bob. Oh, yeah, they call them weathervanes. I think I've been looking at the sun too long, shooting the previous sun-behind-the-steeple pictures has taken its toll, it has fried my brain.
After exhausing all my church photo opportunities I just start wandering around town. This place definitely has an "upscale" feel to it.
After rounding a corner I get slapped in the face with a glimpse into the community's highlife. Youz gotta have some clams to own a boat of these sizes. And I'm not talking about the clams you eat either.
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