After the wedding, Guy and I drove to La Junta in the southeastern corner of the state, to visit my mother. La Junta is a far cry from Boulder. La Junta is a small town, a bygone relic of earlier days when the railroad was king. Its heyday was in the early nineteenth century when buildings like this church were built. As I was sketching, a bedraggled fellow stopped by to see what I was doing. "Pretty cool church," I said. "Yeah," he replied. "They must of been high when they dreamed that thing up."
The reader board on the church says, "Feed your dreams and your fears will starve to death." Hmmm. Wonder if that's in the Bible.