this kind of light is sustenance.
walking in the cold a few days ago, i recorded some of the soundscapes i moved through --
chickadees & carsthe delicious muffled creaking of the snow, squirrelsas i walked by the river, singing to myself
i tried to get the ice lilies crunching on the river, & the sound of a magpie flying over ahead (wings flapping like the soft shake of a pillowcase) but they were too subtle, too ephemeral, too far away...
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ooh! be still my beating heart. i like you field recordings... and the photos show such lovely golden light. mmm.
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