Bok Tower - March 2012
Page 9: We Depart
It is now the afternoon, and we have remained long enough for the first carillon concert of the day to begin. Farther away from the tower now, we've found a secluded bench to sit upon and take in the sights and sounds.
The carillon awakes, and plays for approximately forty minutes.
The 60 bells vary in size from the smallest at sixteen pounds to the largest which is over ten tons in weight, and the mass of the instrument coupled with its precise tuning produces a sound that is elegant, delicate, authoritative, and completely unique.
The larger bells, once struck, continue to resonate powerfully, and this background resonance constantly ebbs and flows, rolling underneath and pinning together, the line of music that floats above it.
Music is a funny thing, and there's no way to tell in advance just who will agree with any given article of it.
For myself, I found the carillon of Bok Tower to be a miraculous thing, utterly captivating me and holding me easily in its spell.
For yourself, I cannot know. You must experience it first-hand, beneath the swaying Spanish Moss and gently rustling palm fronds.
The carillon awakes, and plays for approximately forty minutes.
The 60 bells vary in size from the smallest at sixteen pounds to the largest which is over ten tons in weight, and the mass of the instrument coupled with its precise tuning produces a sound that is elegant, delicate, authoritative, and completely unique.
The larger bells, once struck, continue to resonate powerfully, and this background resonance constantly ebbs and flows, rolling underneath and pinning together, the line of music that floats above it.
Music is a funny thing, and there's no way to tell in advance just who will agree with any given article of it.
For myself, I found the carillon of Bok Tower to be a miraculous thing, utterly captivating me and holding me easily in its spell.
For yourself, I cannot know. You must experience it first-hand, beneath the swaying Spanish Moss and gently rustling palm fronds.
And then the last echoes of that heavenly music had finally faded away, and we found ourselves driving home underneath the gathering afternoon clouds.
A final look, a final picture, and then it was no more.
These pictures and words are but a pitifully weak reflection of what we encountered, and anyone who seeks repose, tranquility, beauty, peace, contemplation, or a break from unending demand, should take the time, make the time, go there for themselves, and drink deep the experience that is Bok Tower.
A final look, a final picture, and then it was no more.
These pictures and words are but a pitifully weak reflection of what we encountered, and anyone who seeks repose, tranquility, beauty, peace, contemplation, or a break from unending demand, should take the time, make the time, go there for themselves, and drink deep the experience that is Bok Tower.