This quote by the author J.B. Jackson is never too far away in my thoughts when I am in the landscape. The concept of place, and our connections to place, are powerful expressions in how we view our world. The Black Church at Búdir is one such location, that for me, expresses a powerful sense of place and identity. Sitting on a windswept point in a harsh landscape, the church emotes a sense of hope, civility, and simple community. It is a building that is perfect in its simplicity, and vernacular craftsmanship. Unadorned and free of extraneous decorations, it resonates with the ghosts of past lives. I cannot always point to why I am drawn to such a scene. It is partly the architecture, and partly the landscape, that resonates with me. But the abject sense of stark loneliness, pressed by the weight of a brooding sky, brought this scene to life for me. It was amazing to think about coming to this place in the mid 1800's and carving out a community and a place to live in what was surely a harsh environment. Here, on this lonely volcanic plain, you had to depend on each other and your faith to get by.
Thanks as always for stopping by. RHC