June 17, 2013. Barns, Churches and Charm.

June 17, 2013.  Barns, Churches and Charm.  I have told you why I like barns and why I take so many pictures of them.  I don't have to tell you why I like scenes or objects which reflect a certain level of charm.  I don't really know why I take pictures of churches.  Perhaps it stems from some subconscious urge to project spirituality.  Perhaps, I just like the architecture, the angles, the purity of shape.  Perhaps, there is just a certain majesty in a steeple reaching to the heavens.  Your guess is as good as mine.  In any event, it is clear that I have favorite photographic subjects while on the road.  You'll have to figure out what it means.  Mysteries of that sort are above my pay grade. 

My friend, Fred, used to own a barber's chair.  He may still have it.  I have always admired and thought I might like to have one in front of the television at home.  Annie tells me that a barber's chair doesn't match our decor.  She's in charge of things inside the house - and outside, for that matter - so I have no barber's chair. 

But, I saw the one shown above today at a shop in Ellison Bay.  It was a bargain at $695.  The last chair Annie selected for our TV room costs considerably more.  So, I lingered in front of the chair until she came back around.  I nodded my head toward the chair.  She shook her head and kept walking.  I guess I'll just have to continue to admire Fred's chair. 

The stone works you see are the remains of an ancient fountain.  A pipe emerges from the back of the arch.  At one time, water from a spring gushed from the pipe.  It is no longer functional but stands as a relic from the past glories of this area.

One more day here, then back to the real world where we get up at the same time every day and do the same things, then go to bed at the same time every night.  I don't know why there is security in sameness, do you?   But, there must be.  I did it for more than forty years and I still do it from time to time.  Odd, that.  Shouldn't we be seeking variety?  Why don't you think about that and I will, too.