Tonight is a time when I'm feeling thankful for beautiful memories. Painless memories (I think we need more of these).

Some favorite memories of mine from childhood are of my dad, farming, being with animals, and shockingly my memories of my dad's church. His church, to go inside, is immaculate. A stone church built in 1820...it sits atop a hillside...very beautiful. I always loved going inside...beautiful high ceilings...just so much beautiful architecture...

How strange it seems to me now that any building could be more beautiful. Maybe it was this beautiful building that has sparked my interest in architecture...I seem to find such beauty in old things...old buildings and houses...and I am asking why would anyone ever want to modernize anything!!!!