Saw this white church on the corner the other day. Nice to catch the bus going by right in front of it.

After the rain, the courtyard stones catch the light just right. Makes me think of how even ordinary places feel renewed and quiet.

The road winds quietly toward the village church just as the sun slips low. It always puts me in mind of the steady pull that draws a man home at the end of the day.

A quiet forest path winds toward the little wooden chapel. Always makes me slow down and think.