Monthly Archives: December 2019
I’ll end the year right here, with an image from the vestibule of St. John the Baptist Catholic Church, from our November tour of Texas’s painted churches.
Today completes ten full years of daily photo posts. When I started, on January 1, 2009, my plan was to try to get through one year. I did, and had five followers at the end of the year. Yes! Five!! In spite of that less than impressive start, I stuck with it. I’m glad I did, and I hope you are, too.
Today is also a sad day, as it marks 14 years since my mom’s sudden death, so I am going to spend the day thinking about her.
St. John the Baptist Catholic Church
Mrs. Robertson seems to be very intent on having the same seat every time she attends Mass, doesn’t she?
Every now and then I’ll spot someone’s special cushion in a church (like this time in Mavillette, Nova Scotia), but this was the first time I’d noticed one that was labeled.
Our Lady of Consolation Church
I don’t live in the kind of neighborhood where my neighbors are likely to have a swimming pool. But I did class it up a little bit on a recent trip when my hotel’s neighbor had a pool. I am really cool like that, when I want to be.
(In addition to not having a pool, my hotel also lacked a window washer.)
This iron bridge, which was built in the 1880s, is still in service today, and is nice surprise if you’re taking the painted churches tour.
But, really, it wouldn’t be a photo of an old bridge without a David Byrne reference, now would it?
Well we know where we’re going
But we don’t know where we’ve been
And we know what we’re knowing
But we can’t say what we’ve seen
-Road to Nowhere