I don’t know anything about this church except its location. It once was on my way to work. It hasn’t moved. I just don’t travel those roads anymore.
Near the intersection of Route 8 and Union Valley Road in Riner, the Virginia Creeper added a note of hope to an otherwise forlorn-looking, long-abandoned sanctuary. This was one of the first images that came from the D70 after it came a few weeks after the Mabry shoot I mentioned yesterday.
It impressed me that the door and the shuttered window had two different architects with disparate thoughts about lines and style. God didn’t make us all triangles, after all. There are definitely some squares and some loopy types amongst our brethren and sisteren.
Meanwhile on Goose Creek, we are in bear season. The painters arrived yesterday morning all excited. They’d come upon a bear just across the road in what we call Yucca Flats. When they approached, it loped up the hill into our yard, under our bedroom window, and on up into the woods. We thought the dog was off her nut earlier. But she must have smelled it, barking her fool head off and we didn’t see a thing. Then we learned the rest of the story.
Blackberries are ripe. And we are ripe with black bears.