Chasing Church Steeples

Not much makes me happier than chasing a church steeple. This one is in a little place called Paris, Virginia. Isn’t it pretty?

I had turned off a main highway onto another road to look at a barn but was quickly distracted by the way the light reflected off the steeple.

Even the smallest towns often have beautiful old churches with steeples that reach to the heavens, high above everything else.

This one is lovely. Have a happy Sunday!