I walked around the corner, last evening, to have a closer look at the porch on Collingwood Presbyterian. Got much more than I bargained for. Overall, it's a decent building. The tower's quite good. ( I can see the top from my kitchen window. ) The real attraction, however, is the porch. Beautiful work. What resulted in my filling my memory card was the faces on the capitals. My first thought was that they're just too individual to be solely a product of the artist's imagination. Fortunately, there was a lady tending flowers who confirmed that they're caricatures of members of the congregation. They've even managed to identify some of them. There are dozens of them, and not many are flattering. Never knew Presbyterians to have such a sense of humor. Somehow, I sense a story behind this one. More tomorrow.
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”