"Yeah, Henry said, nodding a little. "I understand that." And sometimes the place you lived got tired of you. But he was sure whatever had caused Alessa to move hadn't been anything like what had caused him to move.
The Lutheran church... he was pretty sure he had at least one picture of it. He separated the pictures he'd taken of the lake and handed them up. Most were taken from above, capturing both the water and what could be seen of town across it. It was clear they had been taken on different days - some sunny, some overcast - and showed slightly different angles and natural frames.
"I'm, uh, not really organized," he apologized, sheepishly.