A Forest Cathedral at Dawn Near the Sea
Birdsong grows with the light. A soft white noise breathes in the background revealing the rhythm of the morning surf. Cycles that change endlessly, but also repeat with a subtle consistency. How many days have had this sound? This song. Deeply listening to the environment I sense time in the auditory. A threshold of change. Of light. Of temperature. Then the song begins and I’m frozen in the subtle dynamic of nature. Singing Swainson’s thrush, American robin, and Wilson’s warbler blend magically, I guess they do this every day and the practice is evident.
These sounds were recorded on the ancestral land of the S’Klallam Tribe.
Exceptionally low-noise microphones in various arrays capture the delicate sounds of the environment. If you would like to know more please get in touch.