My exuberant Colombian guide Julio César Rivera led me into an underground Catholic Church in a disused salt mine in Colombia. I thought 'This might be a bit different'. And it was!
|Nikon D700. Church: 20mm, firstname.lastname@example.org 3200ISO Belly Dancer: 50mm email@example.com 400ISO|
The one thought that resonated was that salt mines would have been dark and dangerous places to work. I would have wanted my guardian angel looking over my shoulder.
By coincidence I knew a beautiful, young guardian angel back in Australia and 'spirited' said angel into the church and onto the steps of the altar via Photoshop. It only took a minute or two. Angels travel pretty quick these days.
Not sure why songs today don't have meaningful lyrics. Back in my teenage years we all understood the deep and meaningful lyrics. Take for example Roy Orbison's 'Blue Angel'