In keeping with the theme of this photo, I have a confession to make. In the three years I’ve worked at the Burlington Free Press I have never missed an assignment. Yesterday I did. Oops. However, I’m glad I missed the original assignment time because when I showed up later that morning I was treated to a pleasant surprise.
After checking all the locked doors of the Trinity Episcopal Church in Shelburne, Vt. I was happy to find a man quietly unlocking the office. Turned out this man was the church organist. Perfect. I was assigned to photograph the Louis Tiffany stained glass windows, and they were striking, but it was the combination of things that impressed me. Not only did I enter one of the most beautiful sanctuaries I’ve seen, I was fortunate enough to have a private musical performance courtesy of the organist as the soundtrack to my picture taking. Not bad. Without a single person to muffle the tones, the organ resonated through the chapel. This music was so loud, so dramatic it reached the core. I’m not a church-going or spiritual person, but I appreciate and love music. One of the first instruments I remember playing was my Nana’s organ. Granted I couldn’t reach the pedals and struggled transposing my basic understanding of standard piano sheet to a dual set of keys, but the shaky vibrato that comes from the strike of an organ’s key cannot be matched. So, because of that I can absolutely understand the joy that comes by standing in such a fantastic space with such moving music.
Not a bad way to start the day, even if I was running late.