The thing that struck me most about St Joseph's, apart from its beautiful vaulted hull-like ceiling, were the red-hot pokers (I love them and have them in my garden) arranged so beautifully in front of the statues of Mary, Joseph and co!
Apologies to Joseph for chopping off his head. I'd offer up a Hail Mary, but somehow that doesn't seem quite right...poor old Joseph, he always gets a raw deal!
I love the symmetry of those candlesticks, et al.
Here's that ceiling I mentioned...you can just make out Anthony pondering his days in the Melbourne Grammar School choir. Not.
I like the juxtaposition here. Pope someone-or-other and leopard print cushion. Nice.
The doors to the confessional remind me of your front door Dana ;)
Where I used to spend all my pocket money! Remember I'm the kid who wanted to be a Nun when I grew up!
I think this is a good place to end, don't you :)
Thanks for reading x
