Organ transplant (I cannot tell you how much this title has amused me )

I dont know why, but I got the urge to visit a church in the neighboring valley of Garsdale at dusk last night. I want to photograph this organ which has a bit a history to it. Originally this organ was in the chapel that is just down the road from my house in Dent valley. When this building was no longer used for worship it was made into a house. The organ was sold and went somewhere down South from here. I thought that would be the end of it, but no. The chapel in Garsdale suddenly needed a new organ after theirs broke. They ended up buying this one from said southern church, and the organ came back north into Garsdale, just over the hill where it had lived for decades. I find that weird.

When I first visited the chapel I thought the organ looked familiar, but would never have though it was the same one that I grew up with. I remember attending Sunday School anniversaries where we recited poems that we had learnt by heart to the congregation. Up in the pulpit we could see the mysterious workings at the back of the organ, the dusty pipes ect. We might even spot a mouse trap or two round the back. It seemed a forbidden view behind the grand facade of the key board and fancy pipes.

When I turned on the light switch this flood light flickered constantly giving a strobe effect. That was strange alright.

This photo turned out nice considering it was nearly dark.