Beautiful overcast skies bathed the Vandalia Church near Patricksburg in soft light all afternoon.
Then we went on to the old warehouse and sawmill near downtown Patricksburg.
The exterior of the warehouse was a wonder from any angle.
When the sun shone through the tin siding really showed off its colors.
Evidence that this was a working business in the past.
Pride in workmanship. These foundation blocks were hand-carved long ago.
These workmen wanted their craftsmanship to live on beyond them.
Pride. Skill. A pretty much lost art.
This was a building meant to last ... but it won't be with us much longer.
Imposing. A throwback to another era.
Inside the fallen-down sawmill.
Color, form, texture ... a photo.
The mill looked as though strong hands could fire it up on a moment's notice.
And nature works its wonders on even simple objects.
The wheels on the trolley go round and round.
The absolute mystery was what is inside this abandoned, locked strongbox.
Do not touch. For any reason.
The backside of the old warehouse.
And we left for home, driving past the old church on the way out.