Stumbling upon a roadside graveyard, I pulled over and drove up the hill to the church parking lot. My daughter crabbed about the delay to get home, ignoring her, I grabbed my camera and surveyed the scenery. Taking delight in the warm summer breeze, I snapped a few pictures. There was enough fodder here for several poems or books and my mind being a metal colandar, I knew photos would be my saving grace to remember the images.
The old church was hoisted up by several very large ropes. I looked around the internet to see if I could find a website relating any information but found nothing. If anyone recognizes this church and has any information it would be greatly appreciated.