Day 295 is an excellent marksman

This morning I went to a craft fair with my mom at a nearby church. The church is huge, with many hidden stairways and rooms. We were discussing how creepy it would be to get lost there at night. In one of the rooms I saw this trophy, mounted above a shelf on the wall. What an odd trophy! Boy Scouts rifle team from the 70s. I wanted to swipe it. But, stealing from a church? That can't be good.

Day 254 pauses.

Today was spent recovering from yesterday. 24 hours later and I'm still not doing any better. Yikes. I was out running an errand tonight and noticed the sunset light was simply gorgeous on Southport, so I stopped and took this pic. This church is so beautiful and fits so well with the somber mood of this day. I'm sorry for all the gushing, but my goodness I simply can't get enough of this town.