I love these doors. I finally stopped yesterday afternoon and took a photo of them. They have been restored, and I think that they are so simple that they are elegant. The church is beautiful. I also had a chance to go inside and see where the founder of Toccoa Falls College preached for so many years. Dr. R. A. Forrest (pictured below) was the pastor from 1925 until 1950.

“In 1925, the First Presbyterian Church issued him a call to become their pastor. After much consideration and with the understanding that he would be able to continue his evangelistic work throughout the United States and Canada, he accepted the call and served as pastor of this church for twenty-five years. During his pastorate a beautiful brick edifice was built, and the church membership increased. It is of interest to note that, though he felt several times that he should resign because of the pressure of his other duties. The church refused to allow this until he reached the age of retirement.” —Taken from the book: Achieving The Impossible with God.

Here’s another view of the doors. I love the lamp post, too!

Years ago, I was charmed by this old homestead. It’s located near Yonah Dam; and while I was in college, I often rode out to a park located across from this barn and the house that is attached to it. In the summer, I would listen to normal sounds coming from the family who lived here—sounds that families make when they are together. The closing of a screen door, the sound of a mother’s voice as she calls to her son, or the chatter of friends on the screened-in front porch. The house is silent now and the barn is empty. Last week, I walked across the yard to the barn after realizing that Georgia Power now owns the property. “It’s sad,” I commented to a friend, “Time really does change things.”

I have driven out to the lake several times over these last few weeks in search of the perfect sunset. I thought I had captured it the other night, but I had a “doggie nose print” on my uv filter (wonder where that came from Chipley?) so the bottom half of every photograph was blurred. “Oh, well,” I told myself, “I’ll retake it.” But somethings can’t be duplicated. Sunsets are one of those things. They are different every night. Hope you enjoy last night’s attempt.

Just a relaxing week. There’s no place that I have to be and nothing that I “have” to do, which means an adventure could be on the horizon! However, it won’t happen via the train. This photo was taken this evening while Cocoa and I were out and about for a sunset drive.

The browns of a forest floor, the brilliant greens of summer, and a dash of sunlight: perfect ingredients for a sweet photograph.