It is so tempting when thinking about “the environment” to place humans on the outside looking in. We have scientific instruments for measuring every facet of an ecosystem, and in our hubris we imagine that by these means we will understand it to its innermost depths. But those instruments (and the bodies that operate them, and the minds that interpret the results) only reveal the smallest slice.
Meanwhile on a Sunday evening, as we sit on the front porch watching the sun go down, we think that we are hearing the world. But are we? No, our ears only pick up a fraction of the vibration, and our minds ignore most of that small fraction as irrelevant…
I recorded my local soundscape using the same old tape recorder I’ve employed for a few other recent projects (I’m in a lo-fi mood lately) and I’ll just cheat and tell you that somewhere in there is the sound of wind rustling leaves, various species of bird, and various species of automobile from the highway down in the valley below.
Obviously you’ll have to take my word for it… My question is: what did I miss while I was listening there in person?