Beside a country road in southwestern Georgia in a small, unremarkable town, I found a new brick church next to the older frame structure the congregation had abandoned. The door to the old church was ajar, and I entered to find leaves huddled around the spinet. A few of the keys still made notes, and I could almost hear the hymns of praise the old piano once proclaimed. It occurred to me that the new brick church would need a century to know as much about religion and human experience as the older church.
Size: 31 X 21