“The watcher knows the mystery in the living, dances close to what we promised to not remember…”

The vision will be dreamed through the season of knowing…

The vision will be passed on to you and me…

Tommie,  I>  I=

 

Tommie at Grandpier church

Old Grandpier Primitive Baptist Church

It was a very old Baptist Church, settled on the outcrop of encroaching forest.

Old stones crumbled, dusty and sun melted, in too many Midwest summers.

The only reverent melody being sung was by a storm wind…

Rushing in through broken, blue glass windows.

Once was congregation in praise and forgiveness…

Now spider and dust and the darkness, vibrate the aether.

 

I went back to Grandpier Primitive Baptist church, a country church, on a dusty country road near the Shawnee National Forest in Southern Illinois, several times through the years.

I am glad I have captured some moments here and had this opportunity to photograph a historical and lovely old wood, clapboard church.

It is no longer standing there, today… I am so thankful, more than ever, that I have captured these photographs for my book, ‘The Abandoned Story’.

So many memories, stories…gone from us.  The only way to keep these old abandoned places alive, is by sharing the story with others so that the ones to come after us might remember the days gone by.

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