... with open eyes, and a generous heart, there is awe 'round many a corner ...
To the musically talented the music is inate. For me I need the music written and then I am not a great "reader" of it. I wish I had the talent.
Hi Julie, what a wonderful post! I'm a pianist and was an organist for our church for 38 years. I always have the music open on the stand but do not follow it, so I can relate to Shirley who is actually "listening" to be able to accompany! Amazing!
I really like the way you have created this!
Nice series here Julie, I really like the photo with Shirley's hands.
So wonderful that she still shares her talent.
I can just about hear it now. My friend does this for events and is always appreciated. Fill your mind with Mind Stuffers
I loved the older musicians who came to entertain at the care facility where my dad lived. I'm sure this must be as much a treat for Shirley as it is for the residents, to be healthy enough to go out to play for them.I am pretty much tone deaf, with no rhythm, and could never learn to read music, but I know how much I enjoyed playing tapes and CDs for "Name That Tune" in Mom's wing of the facility. I was invited to come back and do the same after Mom died, but found I just couldn't, because I cried like a baby. What a wimp I am.K
Jo: I am so glad you recognised the tilt of Shirley's head as 'listening'. Indeed, she was, and a most perceptive listener, slowing when necessary, louder when required. These shots were taken during a rendition of 'Bless this House' by a bass member the group (not really a choir).
Kay: Music is such a deep experience, and lyrics and tunes resonate deeply within our beings. Something is playing all the time in the communal areas where my brother resides. Often post WW2, but pre-Elvis.
Gunn and Steffe: I like to tell a story with my images, so thank you for recognising that. And Steffe, I am as attached to hands as you are to tattoos.
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