This Sunday morning was spent, somewhat appropriately in church. The building had long since been abandoned. And, what remained would be considered destructive ruins to some … to me, it was a place of beauty I was excited to explore.
Long ago as a little curly headed mischevious girl, I loved to enter and explore buildings that I wasn’t supposed to. I never took anything but I spent hours looking through old things and truly loving the time spent there. There was always an edge of excitement being somewhere I shouldn’t be. And, peeking through old things that were stored away was completely interesting, too.
Years later, I still have some of those same feelings when I’m urban exploring and photographing abandoned buildings.
Back in the church, I heard the most beautiful guitar music. There was a guy who sat, totally enthralled in his playing and I explored listening to the sounds of his incredible talent.
Climbing up into the balcony area of the church, I sat there for the longest time just hearing the melodies. While looking around the vast, ornate church, I felt closer to God than I had in most other churches I had ever been in on a Sunday morning.
It was a great day.
A really, really great day.