Feeding the Muse? Books, music, travel, pets, movies, friends, collage, gardening, spirit & serendipity.
A shortcut, 3-4 seconds by car. This stern building, below, variously abandoned or occupied thru the years, feeds the Muse. Building, meadow, trees, all delight. Its current incarnation redolent of its caretakers.
Many years pass with debris & unkempt trees/bushes. Not now. The motivation is a belief in God.
The delight, in a city of millions, of trees-mosses-broomsedge-more caressing the side of my car at road's edge. This is the extent of the woodland & road.
Taking me back to Europe, each time I travel the road, of the many church's I've seen maintained with sweat equity vs. money.
There are no graves at the Flat Rock Primitive Baptist Church, what a name, but there are sacraments in the ground, below. Perfect atonement of roots-soil-moss-lichens-more.
Taking these pictures and seeing for the 1st time lace curtains. Hung with love.
Someone keeps the grounds clear as has been done in Europe for centuries. Seeing human spirit, not lack of landscape or architecture. Its very lack creating richness.
Seeing, above, in this side of the church another church and its side, below.