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Sonora's Beautiful Red Church

Photograph: Alexander Chow-Stuart.
This is a photograph I took of Sonora's stunning "Red Church," St James Anglican Church, which was built in 1859, in the Carpenter Gothic style, and consecrated in 1870.

I took the picture last Sunday, on a beautiful, chilly afternoon, when the light was changing dramatically by the moment. The tree in front could not be more perfectly placed.

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  1. No cars at the intersection during daylight hours! That's a Miracle!

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  2. Jan Marie, it took a while for that miracle to occur. Especially to coincide with sunlight over the church! It is a busy intersection. Thanks very much for your comment.

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