in a day's work

This morning was a day for Harmonies. The oldest house in these parts is the 1719 Herr House and it was Frolic Day for droves of school children. I put the camera on a tripod and used the remote. They knew I was snapping a photo, but the apparatus at a distance caught something impromptu. I demonstrated colonial music with the zither and the penny whistle. Here are girls from St. Ann's, complete in non-colonial uniforms and post-colonial shades.

search for colonial

With the sky cloudless, I took off for the hinterlands in search of the perfect meetinghouse. The next production at work requires new visuals for the CD and liner notes.

wi-fi lights the night

Thanks to a slow laptop on loan from my work and wi-fi in our house thanks to the ingenuity of Joel, well, work can go on and on.

While some neighbors debate the salvific nature of buggy whips, we're wildly embracing wi-fi.

While some neighbors are reading the Sugar Creek Budget by kerosene lamp, here's Dorcas working on a seminary course on biblical interpretation by the glow of pixels.

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.