Hiking sections of the Appalachian trail through Connecticut, you could orient yourself with the sight of the church steeple peeking through the maples and birches. At times, deep in the forest, you could only hear was the tolling of the bell.
I can appreciate the sound of the ringing bell but am not fascinated by it. What I like is the study of light and shadow as it wraps the unique shapes of the bell. There is the symmetry of shape contrasted with asymmetrical shadows moving with the light of day. And the color, polished or faded, tells a story. The tale of care or neglect. Regardless, their character grows with age. Their shape may signify a cultural but with rust or patina, they are the individuals.