Striking, isn’t it? It’s just one of many pretty small town and country churches I photographed this road trip.
This is in a tiny town called White Post that has a number of interesting things including a restored Sinclair gas station, a couple of churches, and some lovely homes that looked like they belong on a New England calendar of fall foliage.
The town takes its name from a white post located at an intersection in the middle of the village. It was erected in the 1760’s supposedly to point the way to the estate of Thomas, Sixth Lord of Fairfax.
It’s always fun to imagine the prosperity and former looks of a town like this and to wonder how they ever afforded a church so grand.
I have some regrets about White Post. First is that the weather was nasty and the second is that I didn’t park the car and explore a little more. It really was picturesque even if the sky was gloomy.
I’ve said it here before but will say it again. If you have the time. Take the time to look around. It’s easier to do it while you’re there than to go find it again some other day!
Make the Journey Fun 
I can’t count the number of times I’d wished later that I’d taken a closer look at someplace. For some reason, the gloomy sky actually enhances this image.
It’s the worst feeling, wishing you had stopped. This trip I found myself high stop a mountain and at eye level with one of those big wind turbines. The sky was blue and there was pretty foliage and I didn’t stop for a picture. I feel like a fool!
Must try not to beat oneself up about it.
Haha. I’ll do my best. And maybe I’ll go back someday. I know exactly where I was.