If God loved me more, would I photograph better?

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When we were in Redbank, New Jersey for First Night/New Year's Eve, a cheerful gentleman asked to snap our picture, and then handed us a card telling us to go look for it at his website. His church used to meet at the Fred Astaire Dance Studio, but they seem to have moved up to the Marriott. Perky, low-pressure biblical literalists. I have to admit their tactic worked, as I did indeed go to their webpage and read it, when I came across his card in my camera case.

Unfortunately, God has not graced the new church of red bank with a very good scanner. But if you'd like to see a picture in which (right to left)sythyry, lediva, I, and my mother, four of the people I love most in this world, look respectively drugged, washed out, slightly insane, and much more bored than usual, go here.