I spent the last day of 2011 with a group of photographers, taking pictures in Saint Anthony of Padua Church in New Bedford. The ornate interior, decorated for the Christmas season, was beautiful. Gleaming floors and polished wooden pews reflected color and light from stained glass windows and detailed carvings. Despite the color and detail available to shoot, I found myself drawn to the light that played through the rails of the drab stairway leading to the second and third levels of the church. The stairs were off to the side of the foyer, easily overlooked by anyone intent upon entering the splendid sanctuary. Probably those who trudge up to the choir loft, which looks out over the gleaming center aisle in the nave, don’t give the stairs a second thought, but they are as necessary as the marble columns that support the arched ceiling. A friend who saw my photos called the stairs “grungy and worn and burnished with age.” And ...
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