Dan, I liked it.
We've got it upside down (last photo).
We're looking in all the wrong places. The divine is not to be found in the temples ... it's to be found in the tempest. The sun and the rain, the blowing of wind ... it's in the trees and grass as they stir. The sights, the sounds and aromas, pleading to be noticed and heard. Nature is the Church ... and it provides, as evidence of its existence, its greatest miracle: Life.
Quill