Walter

I find myself trying to comprehend a cultural landscape very different from the familiar one I have left behind. Here we have no roadside shrines, no private churches, no artisan sheds. What have we here?

We seem to have an urban culture where pigeons are worshipped and they walk about freely with an indifference to people reminiscent of India's sacred cows. Every so often I come across a public open space that contains a water feature apparently dedicated to this cult. A water altar dedicated to the happiness of pigeons.

I think I may begin to collect these as a series to prove an anthropological hypothesis. I may need to confer with Sara Evans whom I suspect is possibly a priestess.