Dry clash’d his harness in the icy caves
And barren chasms, and all to left and right
The bare black cliff clang’d round him, as he based
His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang
Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels—
And on a sudden, lo! the level lake,
And the long glories of the winter moon.
– From Morte d’Arthur by Alfred Lord Tennyson
This passage evokes the mountains and lakes of North Wales and my childhood there, walking in the mountains with my late father (whose birthday it would have been today, coincidentally).
I threw the kitchen sink at this one. There’s all sorts of reverb, echo, shimmer, drones (courtesy of SonicLAB and Hainbach’s Fundamental), Paul streching, and various pitch modulations.
[Cover image has been processed from an original, public domain, photograph of Llyn Cwellyn by jon57 off pixabay.com and downloaded from Needpix.com]
Sorry, Marc, I’m a little late this week (it’s still Monday in two-thirds of the world!),