Carvings
Carving on the end of a choir stall. Seen today in Dronfield's parish church. How many old churches have I wandered into on my many rambles? I suspect that I have visited more than most vicars or bishops. My estimate is that seventy per cent of the church doors I try are locked but that means thirty percent are left unlocked for access by parishioners and passing strangers. I enjoy the smell of old churches and I love the fact that each old church is different from the next. They evolved over time and they are all quietly reflective of the communities they served. As a lifelong non-believer, I am nonetheless fascinated by old churches. They speak of the people - those who entered before me. A story of christenings and weddings and funerals and Sunday services that droned on season after season, decade after decade. Here the people listened to the word of God. I have taken hundreds of pictures of churches - trying to get the entire building in my camera's viewfinder which...