It’s one of those glory days. Billowed-whites sally forth like fluffy sheep – crossing sky meadow, creating majesty up and behind and round the belltower as I circle into the drive, my tiny Vivitar beside me. I’m alone there, except for a red sedan parked by the low cement wall in the lot, heedless of space lines. A solitary woman not far, kneeling to garden. And the music of birds winging. When I step from my car, the air itself owns the feel of cathedral… a necklace of peace.
Glancing to the side, up and beyond, then back again, I figure standing on the wall will give me the airy perspective I’m envisioning even as my mind is already clicking shutter. There’s plenty of margin for safety atop, I measure by eye.
“Would you like me to move my car?” the woman offers, smiling in voice and eyes as I clamber up.
“Oh, thanks… you’re fine!” I answer. “I’m just snapping a bunch to maybe do a drawing.” A not so rare occurrence for artists, reads the friendly grin she gives me.
I’m not in New England, but the history and feel of this place coaxes me to think I am. The landscape stretching before me is still wearing its summer greenery. Light tingling over shadows, playing hide and seek in and out between the trees. The air is comfortably warm, with maybe a hint of tang, yet I’m reminded somehow of autumn color tours not too distant and rolling meadows studded with trees of varying hues… and I can’t stop clicking shots, even the ones I know I won’t be able to use – like those of the gorgeous rounded and mullioned windows on the brick section of the church, hidden behind the trees. I have to decide viewpoint, and landscape wins…
I just barely capture the entire church within my lens… all but the tip top. So I tilt my aim into the sky, bring into close up, snap the Plymouth Mayflower ship weather vane, smile wide at the quintessential charm of it. At the love I’ve somehow always had for colonial architecture and flourish, even growing up where it was far and between. Something planted in me…
This is like a dream shot of a day here, I recognize out of the blue. If I’d planned it, I couldn’t have found a more picture perfect backdrop to this place of praise. Breathy wisps of white cloud, as if on cue. Just then, those gossamer wings surrounding the church stir words inside me.
The heavens declare THE GLORY…
Making me wonder, albeit a bit fancifully… Does God ever press such days into His Book of Remembrance? These ordinary everyday sparkle moments He designs in hopes we’ll notice? :)
I will take this one out and remember… especially in the grey ones.
Tell me about an ordinary everyday moment
you’d love to freeze frame for remembrance… :)
© Pam Depoyan
Pen & Ink Church Drawing shown above: mine, all rights reserved. (Please do not copy without permission. Thanks! )