Smithers, BC • July 11, 2011

I know evening has rolled into the still bright sky by the song of the Thrush, that sound that rivals that of the Loon in its beauty. These little singers have built-in delay units that seem to lay echo trails through the silver birch.

I was intensely aware of my sonic environment today. Spending the entire day and night at my cabin, I noted the lack of human-made sounds. Depending on the time of day, I can hear only one car go by about every hour and the very occasional distant airplane. Mostly there are only sounds of Nature — birds, insects and wind. This welcome soundscape creates a meditative head space for me and such peace and ease of movement.