Sometimes, a picture says more than I ever could with words……
Robert Mills was born in Charleston, South Carolina in 1781 and graduated from the College of Charleston. People, especially architect people, argue about whether he is the first native born American architect or the second behind Charles Bulfinch, but I don't care. The designer of the Washington Monument (Mills, won in competition) left his fingerprints all over the landscape of his hometown.
There's a kind of cold that finds crevices, that seeps through layers, that renders life immobile. It felt her up, while she stood knee-deep in spun sugar and watched it twinkle like glitter in the air. It breached her mittens and wool coat. Slipped under her sweater. Seared her skin like flame.
“Quick, take some photos while it’s still daylight.”
That is one of the challenges of Helsinki in November. Not that the ‘daylight’ is particularly bright, especially when the sun never actually makes an appearance. But still, with something as intriguing as the Chapel of Silence, it is interesting to get the daytime perspective. And interesting to see how it still has its own inner glow.
Maybe the glow is emanating from the fibers of the natural wood. Or maybe from the silence within.
In any event, it is a building that entices. And one that has managed to bridge the gap between MTM’s sensibility (or lack thereof) and mine. If we decide to renew our vows once again, maybe this place will still be here for us….