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The day’s long goodbye
White churches dot the Nova Scotian landscape. Some of them are still active churches, others have turned into other things (karate studios, for some reason, seemed to be a popular re-use), and still others are in various states of falling apart.
This church and its graveyard caught the late afternoon light in a way that was very nearly spiritual.
St. Barnabas Anglican Church
Chezzetcook, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015
The loudest silence
This place left me feeling unsettled.
Maybe it was the way the trees were closing in on that old church. Or maybe it was the way I felt them closing in on me.
It might have been the plywood where the stained glass had been, like a blind eye somehow watching me.
Or it might have been truly a sinister place.
in a town too small to have a name
west of Danbury, Nebraska
photographed 8.31.2014
The church is closed on Friday
I know because I tried the door. I always try.
Knobbs Springs Baptist Church
Knobbs Springs, Texas
photographed 2.28.2014
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Rocks of ages
The Goodwill Baptist Church is in the same block as St. Annie’s AME Church.
Naturally, I noticed all these rectangles on the side of the church – you know how much I like to find rectangles! – but in this particular case, I am actually more interested in those two rocks, leaning against the air conditioner. They look like tiny headstones. They look as though they were placed there on purpose. They look like mirror images of each other.
Austin, Texas
photographed 4.12.2014
Lutheran, and a field
I spotted this nice little church in my wanderings last spring – that limestone tower was what first caught my attention.
Then I saw how the careful lawn was keeping that field at bay, which for someone who’s more theologically competent than I am might be significant.
And, as I always do when I stop at these country churches, I checked to door in hopes it was unlocked. There have only been a couple of times when I found an open door – this one in Megargel, Texas, and this place in Driftwood, Texas; this place was locked up.
But the disappointment of not being able to see inside was tempered by another look at how the Lutherans keep the lawn.
Uhland, Texas
photographed 5.10.2013
One Day | One Image 