Rev Stephen Gamble
Clouds Across the Moon
Sketch for Horn, Violin, Flute, Viola, and Cello, by Stephen Gamble "More the expression of feeling than painting" Beethoven Instruments...
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REV STEPHEN GAMBLE
Music, sermons, notes & videos of my dogs.
Having originally started with posting sermons on this Blog I branched out to include videos of my dogs, articles I have written, and some of my music.
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The things I write are as full of inelegance and error as any other quality I may rather they posses, but they may possibly be useful or even entertaining to you - maybe if only to take issue with what I have said.
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Vicar (part - time) of the Welland Foss Benefice
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Rev Stephen Gamble
On Blakey Ridge
New Year Resolution. Or Hope Human and Divine. Jacqui and I do not stay up late to see the New Year in, we wake up early and go out in...
Rev Stephen Gamble
The Rosedale Round Howe: Duetto Dance for Violin and Viola, by Stephen Gamble
I had a go at a social media challenge to write a piece of music in 60 minutes - this is the result. 50 minutes to sketch on paper, then...
Rev Stephen Gamble
Capriccio on a Slow Air, for Oboe, Violin, Viola & Cello, by Stephen Gamble
The Slow Air on which this Capriccio is based is called 'Westgate Carr Road', and was written by me. The music is a capriccio in that it...
Rev Stephen Gamble
This transitory life.
We humbly beseech Thee, of Thy goodness, O Lord, to comfort and succour all them who in this transitory life are in trouble, sorrow,...
Rev Stephen Gamble
Thoughts on the Good Samaritan as Seen Through a Church Window.
The Most Reverend and the Most Irreverent. Or What I saw in Church. Words, picture, and reading by Stephen Gamble (You may go now)
Rev Stephen Gamble
Thoughts on Forgiveness.
Those who Trespass against us. Or Terriers Barking The other day I was walking the dogs out through the field, intending to head out the...
Rev Stephen Gamble
Altitude and Attitude.
High Askew late one autumn afternoon, below the vale was thick with fog, a reminder that sometimes you have to climb to see clearly.
Rev Stephen Gamble
Prayer is working with God.
Putting your Shoulders to the Task, or Why Pray? Imagine a farm yard around the end of the eighteen hundreds, with a stone built firm set...
Rev Stephen Gamble
Westgate Carr Road, Slow Air for Solo Violin, by Stephen Gamble. #Violin #fiddle #musicforsoloviolin
Westgate Carr Road is a long straight lane, lined by ditches, and punctuated by occasional farm and domestic buildings. It doesn't really...
Rev Stephen Gamble
‘Tombeau des Regrets’
This piece of music was inspired by ‘Tombeau des Regrets’ by the French Baroque composer, Sainte Colombe - not so much the music of that...
Rev Stephen Gamble
Change and Decay in Eternity.
Thoughts beside an Ancient Church. Church buildings are temporal memorials to eternal truths. They are built to mark out and protect a...
Rev Stephen Gamble
On Providence and the Bible.
On Providence and the Bible. Or What I don’t Understand and What I Do Not. This is my Study Bible. Back in my early twenties the Vicar of...
Rev Stephen Gamble
Dogs Play Fight II
Hector and Wilfrid (he's the little one) play fighting. I put up a video of them fighting by the sofa before, but then recently I found...
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Bagatelle for Oboe and Viola, 'To those who Dwell in Realms of Day', by Stephen Gamble.
The history of this piece of music is curious. I wrote it in 2007 for solo violin and submitted it for examination instead of an essay. I...
Rev Stephen Gamble
Gate Post.
Aged gate post showing varied forms of fixing down the years, from lift and slot in, hinge holes, chains, and the farmer's favourite -...
Rev Stephen Gamble
A Daydream.
If I Were a Rich Man Or My Ideal Car My ideal car is a modified Yellow Bedford HA Telecom’s Van from the nineteen eighties. I took a...
Rev Stephen Gamble
In a Church Yard.
Bony Providence Or Providential Questions. The other day whilst exploring the ruins of a Medieval Church, hidden deep in a wooded valley,...
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Everlasting to Everlasting.
The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place...
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