Friend Julie and I spent a morning last week photographing the downtown churches. These are the older churches and because they are downtown, they were locked. Everyone was very gracious in letting us in and we took photos of stain glass, alters, stairs, chairs, statues and flowers.
What spoke to me most on this morning were the pews. The ornateness, the simpleness, the design, the quiet, the history.
These pews provided support for people through the joys and sorrows and the mundane of life, and hold many secrets. So many have sought comfort here, did they find it? So many made promises, did they keep them?
Many found hope here, did any become dispirited? These pews embraced a community, did they also harbor hatred and rejection?
To see Julie’s post on some of the stain glass windows we photographed go to: