In the middle of Story Land stands a small wayside chapel.  Modern renovations to the park have largely bypassed it, and I suspect many casual visitors never realize it exists.  Although I do not consider myself religious, I fondly remember the chapel from my childhood.  It was always a quiet serene place in the midst of all the bustle.

I was worried that something might have happened to it in the almost-decade since I had visited the park, and I was relieved to find it untouched last August.  Beth has almost outgrown Story Land; I took the opportunity to pause in the chapel to enjoy some nostalgia and say a quiet prayer of thanks for the life of Noah.  It just seemed the thing to do.

Eight months later, we are smarting from the sudden loss of Zebro.  I spent this evening doing chores and scanning negatives. I knew I had a roll of redscale for an upcoming project, and I had a mystery roll of color film waiting.  I was pleasantly surprised to find this:



That is indeed my favorite little chapel, photographed the day I paused to remember Noah, reminding me to be thankful for the time we had and that life will go on.

I don’t know when I will have occasion to visit Story Land again.  It will probably be with grandchildren someday.  I hope whichever corporation happens to own it then understands how special their chapel is.