I have recently returned to the backwoods of Maine after fifteen years of living in cities, eleven of which were spent in near-desert conditions. There is a profound difference in baseline silence here, free from the sonic weight of jackhammers, sirens, and constant traffic. As I made my way into New England, at the end of the long drive from the Pacific Northwest, I had only to roll down my window and I could hear life in the trees that lined the highway. There is no true silence here (or anywhere on Earth) but in the backwoods, microcosmic worlds provide a subdued, yet rich, aural landscape.
Here in Maine, all senses are engaged. The autumn air smells crisp, the handle of the chopping maul feels cold in the hands, the stars in the sky are a tapestry of light, the harvest tastes ripe, and among the crickets and autumn birds the rustle of browned leaves landing upon their kin signals the turn of seasons.
The audio widget at the top of the page will allow you to hear some of the nature recordings I have been making for "Of Farms and Fables." These online sounds are best enjoyed with headphones... especially the clip of leaves falling, a gentle sound almost as quiet as the moon.
I will continue to update the playlist as I collect new audio. Happy listening!
Here in Maine, all senses are engaged. The autumn air smells crisp, the handle of the chopping maul feels cold in the hands, the stars in the sky are a tapestry of light, the harvest tastes ripe, and among the crickets and autumn birds the rustle of browned leaves landing upon their kin signals the turn of seasons.
The audio widget at the top of the page will allow you to hear some of the nature recordings I have been making for "Of Farms and Fables." These online sounds are best enjoyed with headphones... especially the clip of leaves falling, a gentle sound almost as quiet as the moon.
I will continue to update the playlist as I collect new audio. Happy listening!
