I saw the light

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For the past six years or so, I’ve been photographing neon church signs. I grew up literally in the shadow of a big blue neon cross. I thought it was tacky when I was a kid, but as my appreciation and respect for neon as an art medium has grown, so has my fondness for the cross that graced the Methodist church across the street from my childhood home, and neon church signs are now among my favorite subjects to photograph.

This one — which has long since lost its tubing and is now illuminated by a pair of spotlights mounted on top of it — graces a little church just a few blocks off Route 66 in Kellyville. I’ve driven through Kellyville on 66 literally hundreds of times, but it wasn’t until Sunday night that Ron and I decided, on a whim, to get off the highway and see what was in town.

We turned a corner, and Ron spotted this wonderful little sign. I’d left my camera at home, but I promised myself I’d shoot the sign next time I was out that direction. I had the camera with me this evening, so I swung through town on my way home from Stroud and caught the sign just at that magic time of day when the sunlight and sky are exactly the colors I want them to be.

I keep hoping church neon will make a comeback. I really love the look of these old signs. Hope you enjoy this one.

Emily