One of the (many)(very many) things I will almost always photograph is a shadow cast on a rough wall by a light fixture. And in this case, I spotted this from a block away and walked my photographer self right there, right up the church steps, to get the shot.
First United Methodist Church
This old place is just up a hill from my grandparents’ house.
Or, to be more accurate, it’s up the hill from where I think my grandparents lived. We didn’t visit them often and my memories of where their house was and what it looked like didn’t exactly line up with the on-the-ground reality that I saw on a visit there last year. (Exactly one year ago, actually). I sort of thought I’d get close to their old place and some sort of Family Magic would pull me toward the correct house, but what actually happened is that I didn’t feel one single thing, so I shrugged and realized once again that we were not that sort of family who stuck together or who had that sort of family magic; and then I drove up the hill and found the old power plant.