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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
photographed 8.26.2017
The sunny side we also may view
Typical road trip conversation*:
Me: Look over there, at that old church/house/cemetery/etc.!
Patient Spouse: What? Where?
Me: OK. You have to make a u-turn.
Patient Spouse:
And that’s how I got this shot.
Grenville, New Mexico
photographed 8.26.2017
*When I’m not the driver. When I am the driver, I get to make ALL THE U-TURNS I WANT!
Taking the low road
The glass in the door of this place was gone and someone had nailed up a piece of wood over the hole. Well, nearly over the hole: there was a bit of a gap at the bottom. A camera-sized gap. If you know what I’m getting at here.
(I thought the photo was going to be about those left-over cars, but now I am starting to think it’s really about that metal ceiling, hanging in tatters.)
Main Street
Lawn, Texas
photographed 8.56.2017




