This white washed brick caught my attention in the abandoned farmhouse. Think of all the hands that have touched it, what would it say?
Walking around my parents neighborhood at Thanksgiving, I came across this neat church. A stone plaque built in the corner of it said 1920, so I assume that is that date it was erected. Again, my eyes were drawn to the doors of the building.
I loved everything about these doors! They seemed strong, yet inviting. I guess that seems the point of doors on a church. To invite people in, but to keep the unwanted evil out.
The building had all these great details, like the windows above the main door.
It was castle-esque…..if that is even possible.
On an addition, were some more great doors. These seemed more inviting than the main doors to the chapel, maybe because of the glass. You can see both ways, which is interesting for a door…..to me anyway. Most doors, like the entrance, seems to keep people out. Funny thing, doors. They have multiple purposes and meanings……my fascination continues!