The organ, I think, creates the ceremony. I feel more gothic in the pipes than in the stained glass.
Eugene Gigout composed Grand chœur dialogué (wikipedia: 1881). I'd never had to choose music for a wedding procession. But it was my immediate selection to announce my bride in 2005.
Until this week I hadn't listened to it for several years. Memories that my whole body knows. This recording is not for easy listening, and it's just the sort of thing I enjoy working with.
I pull the background into the foreground. This spectacle, often when we travel, overwhelms us if we allow it. And we take pictures of things we normally do not. We see the landscape of faraway places more easily. Understandably.
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