Today, Chapmans Mill stands guard over hallowed ground. Route 66 lies just several yards away, and the roar of traffic drones on unceasingly. We've passed by the mill so many times, and it never failed to enchant.
Once I stepped inside, I never heard the traffic. Almost as if I stood in a cathedral, my eyes flew upward toward the sky, seeking out the light and that gorgeous blue sky. The steel reinforcement beams acted as pathways to windows.
We'll be back. I want to see how the light changes things. I want to learn to photograph this - and more - really well.
I wonder what it looks like shrouded in fog?