
I went to order prints of these photos and thought I'd tell you their story. Almost a year ago I grabbed the camera and drove down the street to an abandoned church to shoot these statues. I had never done such a thing before and have not since. I'm really not one to take pictures but I've always loved how these statues just lift up my heart.
I wanted to frame their likeness in my livingroom. So I shot a few snaps, returned a week later and they were gone. The church's windows were smashed as well.


3 comments:
They are beautiful.
And the story is strange and sad.
The story is strange and sad and I like it that way; after I put up the post a local told me what happened to the statues; needless to say I liked life better not knowing. And no, for your own good, I'm not telling.
WHAT?!
Curiosity killed the abigail.
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