The ceiling in this church is something else. All those painted angels and gold details catch the light just right and make you stop and look up for a while.

The light at the end of that road pulls your eye straight to the church. Makes you wonder what it feels like to walk there at the end of the day.

The old bells in the belfry caught my eye this morning. They’ve been ringing for this parish longer than any of us have been around.

Found this old prayer book at the shop today, its pages catching the candlelight just right. Quiet evenings like this make it easy to slow down and read a bit.