Sad but lovely; an abandoned church at the shore.

Very old stained glass graces

a place of worship from long ago.  Care was taken to insert wire over the window for protection.  Yet, what could protect this humble sanctuary from time?

From this view it doesn't appear as derelict as one might think.  Did Sunday service just end?  I can imagine sitting in the last pew letting the breeze from the open window move the pages in my hymnal.

I absolutely love this window.  It appears that at one time it was hinged and able to open.  Wonderful subdued blues and greens; like the nearby ocean.

It was a clear, crisp day when we visited.  I wanted to hear the bell toll on the hour....

If there is a bell in the steeple, the pigeons are prayerfully roosting there now.  

Bricks strewn about the yard and holes in the very worn roof.  We can say that it was once loved.  My guess is that some still carry that love close to their hearts.  Perhaps they were married here, attended Sunday school, held memorials for loved ones.  Memories contained herein. 

“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.” Edith Wharton

And I wonder.....who was the last to walk out and close the door?