I grew up in a tiny, tiny town.  We used to visit a little church, that looked just like this one, for Halloween parties in the basement. We gave them our upright piano and it went into the same basement where we used to play.  There were farms and dairy cattle all around.  My Dad is buried in the little cemetary behind that church.  You know how much I love church steeples and the soft dawn light that glows on this one is just mesmerizing!  I wish this was the view from my kitchen window still.  Original Oil Painting 16" x 20".