I live in the land of white clapboard (pronounced “clabbered”) churches. They have become, along with stone fences, a symbol of New England.
Every town and village has several, usually surrounding the town’s Common, an open area originally used as a communal field for grazing sheep. Today, Commons are parks in the middle of town. In small towns, the Common is typically the only park. Our local common is stuffed full of commemorative statuary. There’s barely room remaining for people.
We also have a modest selection of stone churches, but the white wood churches are more celebrated and a favorite of every photograher.
Two of these pictures are black and white without conversion. It’s the way they look up close and in person.
Happy Easter, Happy Passover and a good Sunday to all.