Alleyway Church, a short photoessay.
Columbus has a certain type of neighborhood layout. Near the city, we don't live in cul-de-sac'd, freshly built ranch homes that every other Ohio suburbanite inhabits. We live in cracking, ancient buildings on narrow streets, which garages packed, unattached into narrower alleys. Every street therefore has its own alleyed sub-street, a little afterthought that lets you see the more personal details of the inhabitants- the rusted patio furniture, the cornhole sets, the stacks of beer cans being picked over mid-day by local homeless. I was strolling through one of these alleys this Sunday, taking in the back yard details of the many local homes, when I found something really peculiar: