During a family trip to visit Yellowstone, I noticed an abandoned church in the middle of a hay field. It was deprived of paint, like bones baking in the sun. Only two windows were left uncovered by plywood allowing a peak into its soul.
I pulled over knowing that I may never see this again. My desire to walk around it and peak into the windows was overwhelming, but having farming roots in my family I knew better than trespass into a farmer’s field. I found the best angle and took several images. It was almost lunch time and the light was at its brightest. Not the kind of light that I wanted.
When I returned home, I spent several hours restoring the boarded up windows and attempting to replace the extremely dark shadows with some kind of detail.
Mormon Meeting House