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If I’d lit as many candles at wats and shrines in Thailand as I’ve taken pictures of them I’d be in grand standing with the gods by now. Night or day, flaming or snuffed, new or almost nothing but drippings left, I’ve snapped them all and still haven’t come up with the definitive candle photograph yet. I’m not sure what the attraction is. It’s not like they are Ubiquitous Plastic Stools. That candles that are no longer lit still catch my eye seems strange but saves me from having to be concerned over a trait that I would otherwise have in common with serial killers. Perhaps spending time in temples, even if it is just to take photographs of candles, probably doesn’t hurt either.

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