The old brick church stands solid under a blue sky with a few clouds drifting past. Took this one last weekend on a quiet afternoon.

The old bells sit quiet up in the belfry, their ropes worn smooth from years of use. They always make me think of all the calls to prayer that have echoed out over the years.

The old stone well in the church courtyard looks especially peaceful this morning. A quiet reminder to stop and draw from the Source.