Holy Hill. Hubertus, Wisconsin.

I have a thing about churches. I’ve always loved them. Actually, I have a thing about “holy” places of all kinds. Synagogues. Temples. Muir Woods’ Cathedral Grove, a redwood tree monument to world peace in northern California.

Here’s the thing: I love places that humans have set aside. Places where we go to transcend the most gnarly parts of our humanity. Places that speak to something greater, something beyond.

I love to go to these places to be quiet. To listen.

There is much to hear.