I didn’t personally drink from this particular water fountain. Instead, I found, well, beer at the Guanella Pass Brewing Company.
When I was a little kid, my family attended Forrest Heights Methodist Church. We were regulars, the sort of family who sat in the same pew every week. The church sanctuary was the first built space I had a strong affection for – the mid-century lines and combination of building materials felt right to me. I liked the light fixtures, too; they were big and stately and (to me) very church-like.
Not at all like this light, which looks like it should be hanging over Great Aunt Mabel’s kitchen table.
in abandoned church
Grenville, New Mexico