Amesville Presbyterian Church

It’s fun to visit the same place during different seasons and to study how it changes. While buildings may not change, the way the light hits the building and the vegetation around it do change.

The Amesville Presbyterian Church was the subject of a blog post last year. I returned this weekend to find beautiful pink azaleas flanking the door, softening the lines and inviting you to approach. I didn’t get his picture but a black cat lazed in the shade on the sidewalk nearby.

I’ll make a mental note to go back in winter to see it with snow on the ground!

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!

Wesley Chapel In Black and White

There’s a church on a backroad I frequently travel and it appeals to me so much that I wrote about it earlier this year. Here’s another view of this church- this time in black and white – with an ominous sky.

Check out the original post to read the story of why this church still haunts me.

Carmel Regular Baptist Church

This church in New Straitsville is abandoned but still interesting to look at. I was dying to go inside but had to settle for street view. It’s called Carmel Regular Baptist Church.

You have to wonder what stories it would tell if those walls could talk.

Regrets and the Pictures You Don’t Make


If there is one thing I have learned, it’s that I never regret making a picture. What I always regret is NOT making the picture.

A good friend took me on an adventure this winter – down some roads I’d never been on to places I’d never seen. Honestly, I was completely turned around and have no idea where we were most of them as he weaved his truck in and out of two counties and across narrow, muddy backroads that my little nerd mobile could never navigate.

Toward the end of the adventure, the already gloomy day was turning more so by the minute. That’s when we passed an amazing old church.

Wood clapboard siding with faded, pealing paint. Clearly abandoned but still maintained by someone. We commented on it but didn’t stop. I almost made him go back. Had I been driving, I would’ve turned around. But we were tired and hungry and daylight was fading.

I have regretted that decision ever since.

So my friend gave me directions and I went back Saturday, hitting the road before sunrise so I could make the ninety minute trek back to the middle of nowhere for a picture. It’s a great church but I’m fairly certain it’s the wrong church. In my memory, it sits high on a ridge with no trees or buildings around. The road was wide but there was a big curve and it felt like you could see for miles.

I remember thinking I would frame the church to the left and show that openness in the other two-thirds of the photo.

But maybe my memory is playing tricks on me. Who knows?

Either way, I got to see this great old church.


There’s a fence with a padlocked gate. Another gate facing the yard of the house next door was open, making me think the neighbors probably tend to it. I thought about knocking on their door but saw no cars in the driveway. Besides, it was before 9 on a Saturday morning. Who wants a stranger on their porch at that hour?

I can’t tell you a single thing about this church but think it’s worth sharing anyway – along with a warning – always stop for the picture!

That day also took me to the Silver Moon Dinner, through some beautiful farm country and to a Dress Barn location for some desperation shopping because I have no clue where I’ll buy professional work clothes in southern Ohio after they close. I’ll share some pretty farm pictures off and on this summer. 

Have you ever regretted not making a picture? I also regret not photographing more of the people in my life but that’s a whole other ball of wax. Tell me your story in the comments.