02/27/2026
and I took a drive along the Susquehanna River recently to see what all has changed, or stayed the same, and to find cool rocks (of course) or hopefully pottery along the banks. We visited a spot with a lovely old church dating back to at least pre-civil war. I had photographed this church many times before and was looking forward to maybe snapping another photo or two. When we arrived we discovered the church no longer hosted a congregation, but a small family, and several renovations had been made to accommodate its new role. I did not photograph it for this reason. In truth, I felt as though something to me was lost. The land of York county was carved into existence by prehistoric glaciers and the Susquehanna River remains as their drag path, unwavering for millennia’s. This church, that I was so fond of, has changed. Even though it not no longer hosts a congregation it has found a new purpose that allows it to carry on. It is a practice, which I need to be more comfortable with in my own life. I was never well adapted to change, but the church reminds me, change does not always mean erasure but possibly repurpose.
