Indian River

There is something about taking a picture with a window of an old building as part of the photograph. It gives me a way to look into the past, quite literally if I am on the outside looking inside the room. The door may be locked but I can still get in through the window.

Churches, in particular very old wooden churches, hold together an imagined group of people from the past. They are not dressed as church-goers of today dress. They are not the sinners of modern culture. The old spirits are sweet and sincere, unbending in their quest to do what is best for their families, and work themselves til death or old age stops them in their tracks.

Looking in the window and looking out the window are ways to connect the present to the past. Bits of light from the day slip into the past. A soft glow is a reminder to the living.

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