The First and the Last

I arrived at Fluehr Park early in the morning, as I heard there were a few sects of locals watching the old chapel (citizens, park maintenance, etc), but even so the park began to fill with people jogging and playing soccer. The church appeared unexpectedly after traversing under some trees, and I was surprised to find at least two ways inside. Upon closer inspection one could see black gobs of axle grease lining the holes... nasty stuff as anyone who has handled it can say. With some careful timing, even more cautious climbing, and a bit of luck, my associates and I were inside.

I can barely describe the beauty inside - I will leave that to the photographs I managed to capture - but the detail and craftsmanship was one of the most exquisite I've seen in such a compact, abandoned space. Words were etched in stone on the floors, carved angels watched from almost every corner, and the woodwork in the rafters as well as the narthex was astounding. It is quite a shame it's all gone now, but I hope you can enjoy these memories.