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My first Sunday

This was the first time I carrried my camera to church. I went there feeling nervous about the whole idea of taking pictures. I did not know how they would turn out or if any of them would be visible. I sat in my usual seat in the back. The  think the back is usually for late comers, I wasn’t late. I preferred the last row. I tried to photograph as much as I could I somehow found enough courage to just ignore  people staring at me. For a person who likes to just blend in the woodwork the attention was not good. I tried not to distract the congregation from the service and overall I don’t think I did. I did not talk to much people, only one lady. I asked to take her picture she agreed but wanted me to wait until we were out of the santuary. Church was basically over, a woman was just reading the notices. Then she changed her mind and I photograph her in the church. She sat beside me in the back.

2 thoughts on “My first Sunday”

  1. You do not have to be the most aggressive person to get this story. Just let it happen, bit by bit–slowly. People may respect you more for this approach and it is one that suits your personality.

  2. Just to reiterate, I think you have enough time to gain a confidence with the people so that you won’t feel forceful in your approach with this community.

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