It may not look like much to you, but this building, made from wood and painted with layers of white paint, kept me busy for hours yesterday.
I thought about Andrew Wyeth and the many weathered buildings he painted in his long lifetime.
I thought about the person whose tender care caused the garden around the church to thrive.
I thought about the shadow on the white building. How dark? As dark as what?
A white building with light on it. It bears more thinking.
