tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143615034352339975.post2497830600261945820..comments2023-08-12T06:10:50.594-05:00Comments on Marty Kittrell: kittrellphotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07088521950057241483noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143615034352339975.post-54530496198143591182009-11-06T08:42:56.097-06:002009-11-06T08:42:56.097-06:00You're right---there SHOULD be a State Commiss...You're right---there SHOULD be a State Commission for the gentle removal and preservation of all the religious artifacts left to the wind. <br /><br />And so much of these seem still bright and the congregation just dismissed---you can practically hear the notes of "What a fellowship . . ." ringing across the pews as the Sunday suits and the bright hats nod their way out. <br /><br />Except for the languishing piano---they seem to take the abandonment hardest, with the yellowing keys and the dust sifting in. They're used to the human touch, and the symbiotic pairing which makes the music; without the hands to play them, they die---they faint---they fail.<br /><br />I'm going to ask you, friend to friend---would you go find some more neon or weight machines or lilypads? These last few days have been so evocative and perfectly captured, I think I might just sit here and cry.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.com