Bell Tower
I got curious about how church bells work.
Thanks to my friends at a nearby cathedral, I managed to see this massive musical instrument, which can ring out a melody, over a great geographic distance.
I have put my excellent sketching skills to incredible use, as below.
Try to suppress your sense of admiration for my masterpiece.
Self-deprecating humour aside, I think of a sombre poem by John Donne (from the 16th Century.)
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend's were. Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.