A last look at the carved faces of the church.

Cut into the sky and draw a fantasy of stone. Cross out the clouds and replace them with spires unnamed.

Cascading stone angles shape this cathedral. Deep crevices and sharp turns etch a path of awe.

Torn and rusted, a shelter for the lost, for the temporal.

A closing set of shots. Sunset for these temples and shades.

Nothing but the dreams of civilization remain.

Something solid for the soul. No arguments, just easy, digestible compositions of stone and sky.