The wind was blowing the light in open foyer of this old country church (Everything looks crooked, but it wasn’t.) located in the township of Nails. Wonder where in the world that name came from? Long ago, did a farmer or a blacksmith, or a carpenter drop a bucket of nails; and thus, the name was born? It may have become: the place were a bucket of nails were dropped. Or is this simply a little town where the Nails settled after traveling west from some eastern community. I’m sure the people who attend this church—The Nails Community Baptist Church—know the story. But last Sunday, no one was around for me to ask. Just the wind and the ever-changing sky, which is pictured below.