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Picture I WIsh I'd Taken



There's a young guy in Aledo named Jordan Clark who is a fantastic photographer.  I wish I had the skills to take a picture like this.  Apparently they were able to get one of the Elders to turn the interior lights on so that would add warmth and color.  In case this church looks familiar it is the Seaton Presbyterian Church.  It was where we learned what we were supposed to as kids, served as  acolytes, became full fledged take-communion members, and Bill Seaton passed gas musically al staccato ostinato as his Mother repeatedly nudged his shoulder, a beat per nudge, as it were.  It was where we loved playing 4 Square after youth meetings.  It was where I married and the place of my dad's funeral service.

It is the place where generations of families have come to "look the upward way".   And this is the photograph a young guy took.  This has the feel of a Flashback Friday but it is not so much about the church as a building as much as it is about the photographic skills of one Jordan Clark.  Now mind you, don't go off trying to print this out, if you are so inclined.  It is a trademark piece of work.  But if you want a copy you can contact him.  He is on Facebook under Jordan Clark Photography.            

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