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The Anointing
I have rules for myself when I’m making pictures, which I almost never break. And so, when I was in the Methodist church right before I visited this one, I went to the pulpit and looked around, and checked out the view from the organ. But in a Catholic church? I don’t go past the railing. It’s a Rule.
But I have been known to lean back against it to get a particular shot. Like this one right here. The placement of Jesus’s cross in the shot was important to me, so a certain amount of railing-lean was required.
Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary Catholic Church
High Hill, Texas
photographed 1.12.2018
to be attached to holiness
And so, after a brief stop at an unadorned Methodist church, I resumed my painted-church tour.
The next one I found was in High Hill, where I found this little altar around the corner from the main entrance, tucked in beside a crooked column. There was a barricade around the altar, so I wasn’t able to examine the things that had been left there. (There were also some other people in the church which sort of…hindered my exploration. If you know what I mean.)
Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary Catholic Church
High Hill, Texas
photographed 1.12.2018
That I May See
One of my favorite things to look at when I am out exploring is the stuff that is just there – boxes of kleenex, a left-behind ball cap*, and hand sanitizer were all things I saw inside this little church. But these glasses, and all their smudges, were my favorite.
Freyburg United Methodist Church
Freyburg, Texas
photographed 1.12.2018
*The ball cap said “Kinky Friedman for Governor,” an electoral race from 2006. You may remember him, though, from his song “Ride ’em Jewboy.” .
(That got off track in a bit of a hurry, didn’t it? Sorry.)
From on high
My purpose on a recent road trip was to look at painted churches in the area around Schulenberg, Texas, but then I got distracted by a little Methodist church…
You know how I am.
Freyburg United Methodist Church
Freyburg, Texas
photographed 1.12.2018
These breathing shadows
This image brought to mind the same song I referenced yesterday, Celestial Horses by Bruce Cockburn (of course!). The specific lines this calls up are:
Even at the heart of these breathing shadows
You can feel us gathering at the door
St. Mary’s Church of the Assumption
Praha, Texas
photographed 1.12.2018
One Day | One Image 