So I showed up on a rainy March afternoon at the church that stands-in for St. Spires and spent about an hour trying to capture all of the scenes that I was seeing in my head for the story, make that stories, that I was already writing.
Having a full understanding of the settings, somehow makes the telling of the stories richer and adds a certain verisimilitude. In short, they work better.
I left with a cache of reference material that would sustain me through the whole project. I got the pix taken just under the wire because the next day our state went into lockdown.
