VanPelt.
“Hugsum daginn minn, à dag og à gær…”
It rises stoically out of the pagan earth. The virginal white walls, the arterial red roof, the irreproachably respectable steeple that announces itself to the faithful and stands in firm defiance of the heathen. This is a structural metaphor of the human attempt to impose order on ungovernable nature.
The church, with its puritan-straight lines and bright colors, stands in contradiction to the earth…all muted tones and uneven surfaces. There is beauty in both; beauty in the carefully crafted framework and beauty in organic order of the moor and mountain.
There is no denying the courage of that small village kirk. Despite the fact that is is overwhelmed by the wild landscape, it stands resolute and unflinching, unbowed before the majesty of the mountain. The mountain, however, has towered there since before the dinosaurs were born, and takes no notice.
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