This is my new favorite door, now that the Autumn places the sunrise so strategically between skyscrapers. He can but peer at me through windows and doors. But when the moment arrives-beware, for it is fleeting-that he winks and blinks across the pastel hues of a new day, I will be there to say, “Bravo!” And “Encore!”
”You must,” I whisper, “ leave them wanting more!”
In Norm Frampton’s temporary absence, this week’s Doors excursion is being hosted by my blogging buddy Dan Antion. Check out his wonderful post today and you can find more great doors connections there.
This post is for Norm Frampton’s #Thursdaydoors prompt. While he is on hiatus, the prompt is being hosted by the very talented willing bloggers who are stepping up to help. This week the prompt is hosted by Joey. Check out her page for more great posts. Just find the little blue frog.
Unlike my tenacious blogging buddy, Dan Antion, I don’t have a lot of research to add to this week’s door photo. The First Plymouth Church of Lincoln was beautiful and peaceful. My new daughter-in-law and dear friend introduced us to it while on an evening walk during our recent trip to Lincoln for their wedding. She thought I would like it. I loved it! Just click on the link above to find out more about the services and mission statement.
From their website:
“First Plymouth Congregational church is a merger of two congregations. On the morning of Sunday, August 19, 1866, First Congregation was organized in what was then known as Lancaster, Nebraska. It was and is the first congregation to be organized in the town. One year later, the name of the town was changed to Lincoln.
In 1869, the congregation completed its first building, a 25 by 40 foot structure at 13th and L streets where the Cornhusker Hotel is now located. The congregation grew and prospered along with the city…”
There are now two locations of the church.
The church is broadly diverse and non-denominational with intricate architectural accents-a work of art canvased against a bright Nebraska skyline. There is even a sitting garden with a wall of internment memorials, simple yet significant.
I am sharing it here along with a few other images from our walk. Happy Friday my friends. It has been a long week now that I am once again so away far from my precious treasures…
I was captivated by this magical garden
My good friend from the water…
Gazing balls always entice me!
Beautiful Rose of Sharon blooms
So many alleys, so little time for exploring.
It was a nice evening for a walk. The church was only a few blocks away which gave us a chance to enjoy the beautiful old homes and landscape. Eventually the church rose ahead of us, partially hidden in the shade of the trees.
Hayley tells me the bells ringing on Sunday morning is really beautiful. I am sorry I missed that.
The garden has a beautiful view of the distant skyline and is very peaceful.
As a photographer, it was the architectural details that really caught my eye. If you ever get to Lincoln, you should at least drive by for a visit.
With the sun setting, we took a few more photos and headed home. We had a wedding to be ready for! Next time…..
Norm Frampton is on holiday until October, but visit the link for this week’s guest host site and more great doors!
Being in Nature is the closest thing to worship that I can imagine. In the presence of Creation I am humbled. When I edited these photos, one of my Mom’s favorite hymns flashed through my mind. And that is always my cue to listen. I consider it her contribution to, and support of, my joy in capturing these moments of perfection.