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.

Christ Church

This beautiful church is on the road leading to Williams Wharf, where I went jogging over the weekend.

Ordinarily I like to park at Wayland Baptist Church, just across Route 14 from this road, however it's hunting season, and running in the middle of the woods on a Saturday during hunting season is just not something you do around here. Unless you are OK with the risk of being shot at.

I wasn't quite ready for that just yet, so figured I'd park at Williams Wharf Landing and run up and down this road, which is two miles total. Sort of a wimpy run but better than nothing which is what I really wanted to do.

These were taken from the outside.  I might have left a nose print on the window.
My apologies to the window cleaners.

I'm always drawn to this church and its graveyard. But what I liked about this particular visit was that the Christmas decorations were still up, and the sun did a marvelous job of illuminating the interior.

(By the way, I have never been inside this church. It's my goal to do so one day.)

I enjoyed meandering through the cemetery, where many of Mathews' First Families have plots.

I love tombstones that dare to be different.

To read more about the history of Kingston Parish and Christ Church, click here.

Happy Monday.