From a trip a couple of summers ago.
This was shot shortly after the extensive renovation and restoration of the Ulysses S. Grant Memorial in Washington, DC. It had been slowly falling into disrepair for decades, but now is in spectacular condition.
I wonder how many people think that a church should only be a church?
To me a church is just like any other structure built with human hands… it may have been constructed with a specific use in mind, but it should still be useful later when it has outlived the purpose for which it was designed. This is one of those buildings; it started as a church, over time it lost the support of its parish community, and is now the storage facility of a local farmer.
Is this a bad thing?
I’ve seen other examples where churches have been turned into restaurants, homes, coffee houses, libraries, or a variety of other uses — and time-and-again I witness people that take issue with this. Why? How is a church different from any other building that has ever been re-purposed?
I don’t get it.
Every time I do background checking for a new post, I discover something new and interesting — like azaleas are highly toxic and that bees are deliberately fed on the nectar of azaleas in some parts of Turkey to produce something known as “mad honey“, which has mind-altering properties that are occasionally lethal.
Walking around a new town in the late afternoon is a great way to check out new sights and experiences. We checked into a nearby motel in Dillon, Montana, after a long day of driving and proceeded to get out and stretch our legs — resulting in this image.
For some reason, Cindy was adamant about getting something to eat right after visiting this spot.
The fruit trees are now blooming and some — like our local peaches — will have edible harvests in just another 8 weeks. We are normally able to buy our first white peaches of the year around July 4th, so things are beginning to pick up!
My dad and I were in this exact spot yesterday… I wonder if he’ll recognize this shot?
We dashed down to the tip of southern Maryland to explore the Civil War history of Point Lookout (it was the largest Union prisoner of war camp for Confederate soldiers, holding some 20,000 at one point), and it was his first visit to the area — it’s always a plus for me to take him somewhere he’s never been to before.
One of the many benefits of having a portable watercolor field kit is being able to paint whenever the fancy strikes, such as this one.
My brother came out to visit me from the west coast, and we dashed down to the Outer Banks of North Carolina for some windsurfing at Canadian Hole, a wonderfully protected area just south of Buxton. We camped overnight, and — like always — I woke up early. While waiting for my brother to roll out of his sleeping bag, I painted this sunrise image en plein air for Cindy, to send her in a letter.