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Grid + dumpsters
Sure, this looks like just a picture of a window grid and some trash dumpsters. It looks so much like that, in fact, that’s even what I titled this post.
But here’s something else: that building is the church my family went to when I was a kid. It felt funny to be back – sort of like I’d never been there before but also like I’d never even left. I saw the windows of my second grade Sunday school class (presided over by the formidable Mrs. Brenneman, whose husband died unexpected when I was in high school and my dad got the call during supper). I saw the lawn where the vacation Bible school kids played before they went inside to have snacks of sugar cookies and KoolAid. The fellowship hall porch where my new husband and I were pelted with birdseed (no rice allowed) after our wedding reception. The store where a kid named Morris would sneak away to during services, to buy candy with his collection plate money.
It was an odd little journey that I went on, for a few minutes the other evening.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.23.2016
and like ghosts, they’re gone

On the far side of a tiny town, if you take the road that looks like it doesn’t go anywhere, you’ll pass by a little church.
The morning sun caught the squares of the window screen’s mesh in a way that obscured the flowers, making them seem momentary, like if I looked again, they’d be gone.
And here’s the daily Bruce Cockburn, with “Use Me While You Can,” of his spoken word pieces that is just outstanding.
Puerto de Luna, New Mexico
photographed 9.21.2013
Louisiana Gothic

Just a photographer and her camera and a church with Gothic windows and a conveniently-placed leading line…
St. Charles Borromeo Church
St. Charles, Louisiana
photographed 1.9.2016


