Showing posts with label Bryn Mawr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bryn Mawr. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The pipes at Bryn Mawr

Inside those stones at Bryn Mawr, a town on the mainline just west of Philadelphia, these pipes sit in the balony at the rear of the church. My mind was drifting just a little bit during the master class seminar led by Wilma Jensen. I just spun the camera up and to the right.

To the left is a stained glass window celebrating hymns, with the hymn, "When In Our Music God Is Glorified," and the notation of the tune.

Monday, January 14, 2008

More church work

Seems like doing more requires doing more.

Besides more work hours since the end of October, I've been putting in more resourcing hours.

Last Saturday I attended an American Guild of Organists seminar at this artfully arranged pile of stones, the Bryn Mawr Presbyterian Church.

The two morning seminars were organ playing by Wilma Jensen and a new anthems reading. In the afternoon it was adding percussion to congregational singing and techniques of inspiring singers.

What happened at Monterey? It achieved the miracle of unchangeability. The cat was still hungry and winter was still heavy on the land.