The Symphony of Space

What is the difference between listening to and simply hearing a space?

Wind in the pines is something I fell in love with later in life.

Being a child of the city, of Dallas and its suburbs, my environments were far from wild and free. Every thing is planned and placed. Living in Albuquerque gave me a new life where the magic of the pines is just a short hike away.

The screech of the hawk

Unless you know what it's coming from, you might not realize the magical being sitting in a nearby tree. They're all over my neighborhood, harvesting the critters and keep watch from above. The hawks in our city are a good reminder to look up and be adaptable.

The tap-tap-tap of roadrunners smashing snails

Imagine, a tiny dinosaur, in your backyard, cracking open snails like you might shell a peanut at a ball game. Sometimes the best snacks require a little work. Escargot, no butter. Straight, no chaser.

The joy of the crows

In my evening wanderings I've seen them in all corners of my neighborhood. I tried counting them, but they rarely sit for portraits nor census. Instead moving on to the next wire or branch. Cawing, harassing, foraging, just being birds.

The silence of the swallowtails

All summer long, they loop around my building. These yellow black acrobats. The joy for me is noticing that they are LIVING and THRIVING in-spite of it all.

And lastly

The space in between the notes. It's not always a rest, sometimes the drama is in the places in-between. Shut up, hide your phone, and open your eyes, ears, and heart.

What does your place sound like?