I don’t know if it’s because they’ve been doing work just outside my house today — putting up a new electrical pole because the old wooden one was janky and woodpecker pecked — but I’m in a mood.
The noise has been non-stop and though I live on a pretty busy street and can hear cars going by all the time, I usually pretend that the traffic noise is the sound of waves rolling onto a beach. Impossible to do that with the sounds of drills going through concrete. What’s more is that none of the guys operating the drills used hearing protection.
The world seems so much louder now that it did when I was a kid. Here’s a ‘Why on earth?’ question for you. Why is the music at the gym so very loud? It’s perplexing because everyone who works out wears their own earbuds or headphones.
Sometimes cars go by on the street outside with their volume cranked so loud, I imagine them as old people cupping a hand behind their ears and yelling, “What’d you say sonny?” Because there’s no way they’re not going to be deaf as a doornail when they’re old.
(I did warn you that I was in a mood, didn’t I?)
And I wonder whether we’re slowly building up an immunity against hearing the natural world?
In any case, my thoughts are calmer now. The drilling has stopped.
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Ohhh, lovely photos.
I ❤️ red. I ❤️ red!!
It’s vibrant and gorgeous and, well, it’s been my fave colour since the big red velvet bow (when I was deeees leeeeetle).
But like everything else, it has that other not so good side.
Drill is de wus’ sound!! De absolute WORST!!!
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A red mood. Yes, it’s louder than when we were children. More roads, traffic, electronics. I sometimes fantasize about what it was like before the trees were cut, when the native people were everywhere on the planet, listening for changes in the air to determine their next move…the bliss of that silence, I cant imagine….but then, bears and mountain lions, so, you know…
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I appreciate the synesthesia of the event horizon.. what was sound became light, and as you furthered the distance from the “mood” the color shift to red aligned with as a doppler prism of concern. Pleased you landed on shadow and light!
Ohhh, lovely photos.
I ❤️ red. I ❤️ red!!
It’s vibrant and gorgeous and, well, it’s been my fave colour since the big red velvet bow (when I was deeees leeeeetle).
But like everything else, it has that other not so good side.
Drill is de wus’ sound!! De absolute WORST!!!
A red mood. Yes, it’s louder than when we were children. More roads, traffic, electronics. I sometimes fantasize about what it was like before the trees were cut, when the native people were everywhere on the planet, listening for changes in the air to determine their next move…the bliss of that silence, I cant imagine….but then, bears and mountain lions, so, you know…
I appreciate the synesthesia of the event horizon.. what was sound became light, and as you furthered the distance from the “mood” the color shift to red aligned with as a doppler prism of concern. Pleased you landed on shadow and light!