Imagine the craftsmen that fitted each stone. The laborers that broke and pulled each stone from the mountain. Imagine making level a foundation upon a jagged floor. Placing each brick, every stone just so. Hand tools to shape the timbers from felled trees. Cutting each piece of glass to fit the many windowpanes. People who took pride in their work and did the best they could. Completed over 88 years ago, families of those craftspeople can look upon what their grandparents built and wonder what life was like for them. As a young teenager I had the fortune to attend mass in this chapel many times one summer. Years later I would drive up highway 7 from Allenspark to Estes Park to take pictures of it. Years later again I look at the picture thinking all these things. This is what photography is about for me. Mental time travel.
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