Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Windows






I often  rarely occasionally jog by this charming church on Williams Wharf Road.




































For better or worse, I was focused on the shadow of the tree limb.
(Whether anything else in the shot was level was never considered.)












From the outside looking in.












The rope that rings the bell. 
(Surely it has a proper name.  Just as surely, I've forgotten it.)











Interior and exterior worlds collide.





These were taken prior to the Tennessee trip.

It's great to be home, but it's also essential great to get away now and then.

I'm already scouring the internet for inexpensive airfare for a return trip.
















3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good job finishing your run, believe it or not I'm proud of you!! Your a great person with a caring heart,hard to find these days!!!I'm proud to call you my friend!! MM

Jamie said...

As far as I know, it's called a rope.
One of these days I want to drive around and take photos of all the old churches down there. I love them. They have way more character and presence than the newer churches do.

Country Girl said...

I. Want. To. Go.