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Grace, reserved
Here we go: rectangles! And bounced light.
And grace, reserved.
Abilene, Texas
photographed 4.14.2017
The Way
Maybe you remember that I took a photography class from Keith Carter back in the summer?
In class he said, “Don’t take pictures of churches.”
In class he said, “Don’t take pictures of cemeteries.”
In class he said, “There are no rules.”
Maybe what he meant to say is that he doesn’t take pictures of churches. Or cemeteries. And that each of us must seek our own way, and photograph accordingly.
Matheson, Colorado
photographed 9.4.2016
Dusty ghosts of time
Sometimes when I make these through-dirty-windows shots, I don’t know what’s going to show up in the image. Like this one – I didn’t expect the statues down there at the front of the church. Or that card table.
what’s left of the Catholic church
Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
The guard trees
The internet told me that Matheson, Colorado, has a population on 94. My eyes told me that number seemed sort of exaggerated.
I wouldn’t have been here at all, except that I decided (on a whim that turned into an Absolute Mission) that on our trip to Colorado, we would completely avoid driving on any Interstates. That made for some interesting routes, and included quite a few miles on unpaved roads.
One of those unpaved roads brought us here, to an abandoned church guarded by dead trees.
Matheson, Colorado
photographed 9.4.2016
through the joining and the parting
There were abandoned churches all over Nova Scotia. Some had new life, others were too far gone for that to still be an option.
And, here we are on day two of my Bruce Cockburn lyrics-as-title experiment. Today’s comes from “The Light Goes On Forever.”
Lawrencetown, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
One Day | One Image 