A Moment of Reverence
The church we came across on St. Louis’ north side was quite a find to stumble upon. There is no feeling quite like your first time walking onto the floor of a crumbling church. I say this even as a lapsed Catholic and present atheist. The architecture of churches inherently inspires awe and piety, but when abandoned and crumbling, the formality of a church seems stripped away and all one is left with is the feeling of reverence upon entering. Reverence towards what? I ask myself, but sometimes it’s better to shut up and take pictures.