Layering an eye of an aspirant photographer over my mature development planner’s eye has given me new lenses through which to view the “happenings” around me. During my spare time I capture some of these images.
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Some have turrets that tower over cities. They are adorned with centuries old artwork and literally embellished in gold. Yet others are just mud walls with tin roof. And of course, others are literally stones dotted under a tree.
As I travel around the world, I have always been fascinated by this massive disparity. If God is present everywhere and all the time, does it matter what the place of worships looks like? Does S/He even care really?