A town or two up the road, there is a shrine that I think of as “Jesus in a Box.” From the looks of things, the holy water there is very holy.
In my mind, this shrine is called Jesus in a Box, although I am almost positive that’s not really its official name. (I mean no disrespect; it’s just what it looks like to me.)
I’d only stopped in there once before, in my long-ago non-camera days, so it was about time that my camera and I paid a visit.
And so, there was Jesus and a cotton gin across the way, which I guess sort of sums things up around here.
St. Isidore Catholic Church