It was 1899. The old Methodist Church on lower Main Street would be torn down the following year. Bert Call went there once: he fell asleep at the service, his wife gave him hell and he never went back. But here was his chance to make amends. This image, a time exposure make at night by the light of the moon from his attic window on Spring Street, was Bert's way of instilling a spiritual atmosphere in the photographs he took.

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