On most Sunday mornings I can be found in the lofty reaches of an old city church. The beauty of this space awes me still. In the sanctuary, there are twelve distinct stained glass panels. They all have their history and story and time of day when they truly shine. This photograph shows a tiny section of one window–and, to me, it is whole unto itself. The colors and light convey not bottom of robe and background–but peace and blossoming.

Life is like that sometimes. Some days it is enough just to focus on one small piece and find beauty therein without the need to find meaning in the picture as a whole. One small peace.