Stream, Sun, Self: Alien Among Elements

This recording results from a spontaneous detour during a hydrophone session in the French Pyrenees.
It happened while I drifted away from structure, away from the rest of the group focused on hydro microphones, drawn by a glimmer and gurgle somewhere upstream. I had started with a parabolic reflector, but the stream asked for something different. It asked to be followed. So, I did.
As I moved along its path, the sound kept changing – curious colors, hidden frequencies, patterns folded into rock. Upstream, it swirled. Downstream, it roared? Every turn felt like a different voice speaking the same language. I wasn’t recording a landscape – I was inside it. Listening not as a documentarian but as a guest with no agenda.
There was a moment, standing in full sun, surrounded by grandeur impossible to describe, when I forgot what I was supposed to be. There were no roles, no shape to hold. Just light, movement, and water speaking in spirals. I felt like something new. Or maybe something older. A visitor without a name.