Wayland Baptist Church was an inadvertent stop a few weeks ago.
Although I took many pictures that day, the one above is probably my favorite. This headstone struggles to stand even though it would be supported by the church--if only it would lean back.
(I'm sure there's a lesson hidden somewhere in all this. But aside from that, look at the date on this thing.)
Below is a window from the church.
Next to the church is an older building just loaded with character--and a few of its own expressive windows.
Barely visible in these photos is a hook above the door which must have held a light fixture.
But that's just a guess, and we all know about CBW's guesswork. Chances are good her guess is wrong.
I sure do wish this place could talk.
Behind this church and its charismatic side building is a cemetery, parts of which are being overtaken by Mother Earth.
I was spellbound by Wayland and grateful to have stumbled upon it on my way to
who knows where wherever I was going. It's a beautiful church with lots of stories to be told, starting with all the unmarked graves in the back.