i came upon this hand-operated tumbler in a clearing in the woods near empire mine state park, california. fed with pine needles from the ground, this is how it sounded....
emanations...footpaths...rubbings...implied places...sounds through the walls...voices through the clouds...listening to children...listening to leaves...listening to people listening...laying down an ear and walking away.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Of | the sun and earth together
during a visit to westminster woods near occidental, ca, some 5th graders and i came across this reflection on a shed wall cast from the water-filled end of a metal storage drum....
Friday, December 9, 2011
Of--the mouth in the wood
The mouth in the wood by Loren Chasse
yet another instrument generously salvaged from a flea market by my father...
yet another instrument generously salvaged from a flea market by my father...
Sunday, December 4, 2011
listening to orcas island
During the night, perhaps a dozen otters visited the deck of the cabin. We awoke hearing the sounds of their running and sliding across the wet wood, a few shrill squeaks, and the surf raking and tumbling stones. In faint light from moonlit clouds, we could see the silhouettes of the otters poised suspensefully on the low dune between the cabin and the beach.
Elsewhere that day, the singing of raindrops and mud along a footpath....
Elsewhere that day, the singing of raindrops and mud along a footpath....
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