97. st. mary
biking back from work one day, i found myself face to face with the cathedral of saint mary of the assumption.
visible from all over the city, i had seen its distinguished profile from afar and up close countless times before.
yet i had never been in it.
feeling very sick, tired, alone and disorientated, i felt drawn to it.
knowing that it’s always locked, i parked my bike and gave it a shot anyways.
to my surprise and delight, it was open.
a symphony of light and shadow on the sculptural forms played against brilliant displays of color bursting through the stained glass.
concrete soared in the air, creating a magnificent, undulating, gigantic cave.
the heavy silence and scale made me feel tiny and contemplative.
walking alone down the dark, empty wings, i looked out into the city.