The iconic white church. It's The heart and soul and center of almost every New England town.

Its timelessness endures. Its history is rooted. It transcends the generations who have lived here.

I've captured this church and her steeple in every season's color.
In the richness of autumn.
In the warm greens of summer.
In the first soft pinks of early spring.

Today - the palette is monochrome. Perhaps - it's my favorite.
There's no room or space for questions.
It's simple.
It's quiet.
It's winter's color-less coat.

I thought about all those who call this center their home. In the past. In the present.
In the future - someday - I'm hoping to call it my own.