chapel · 3 lights, oculus · simple, no figure
a chapel of the smaller kind. the east window is plain — three tall lancets and a single eye above. no saint. no donor at the foot. when the workshop made it the parish could afford only the leadwork and the lights themselves; the figures were drafted but never made, and the cartoons rolled and lost in a cupboard somewhere in the library.
the view, such as it is, is the sky at the angle the sky has at the back wall of a chapel: the sky as a candle, low and tilted. there is also a hedge, a path, and a strip of cemetery wall, but the glass is old enough to soften them into a single blur of green that the morning light makes amber when it pleases. the eye above takes the dawn first. by the time you arrive for matins it is a hot coin of gold and the rest is still the colour of slate.
no catch. the window does not open. there is a vestry door on a long iron key, which the verger turns last, after the candles are out and the chairs put back. the key is kept in a box inside the attic on the night the verger forgets. nothing of any value is missed.
field-note · chapel on the equinox a single bar of light falls along the centre aisle. it is not aimed; it is simply how a window made plainly behaves when light passes through it.