PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL: On the outside the white spires of New England's Congregational Churches are sedate, classic profiles; emblems of order. Only inside does one find where furies prowled and hand-hewn heft that endured their rage. What echoes resonate still in this ancient chamber?
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I've been making photographs since childhood. More recently, photography has become a way for me to explore the place I live and occasionally places I visit. This blog is a discipline and challenge to myself. However, I always welcome hearing how these posts touch those who visit.