some sacred moments on my side trip...

day one, wandering around the Victorian country town of Wangaratta ~ avec the camera of course!! old churches seem to abound in large country towns ~ the bigger and more impressive the better it seems.. smaller towns tend to have little weatherboard churches..
across the way from where I was staying was the most amazing sandstone Catholic cathedral
the Anglican church was near the Catholic one and next to it was the Manse, where the anglican minister lived.. it was behind a fence and glimpses tempted my imagination but I was not courageous enough to peek over to see the back garden, all the while wondering about the stories that house could tell. there were vines hanging low over the old carved wooden fretwork which partly hid all manner of things from my view, only adding to the mystery of the old house.
old fences and gates adorn many of the properties.. and I love that I could peek through the fences and catch a glimpse of a home that I could only dream of
and the sacred in that 'ordinary' day?....

the most amazing tree with coral colour flowers.. against the brilliant blue sky..
and of course:

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