A natural Ambience.
"The wood thrush's is no opera music; it is not so much the composition as the strain, the tone — cool bars of melody from the atmosphere of everlasting morning or evening. It is the quality of the song, not the sequence. In the peawai's note there is some sultriness, but in the thrush's, though heard at noon, there is the liquid coolness of things that are just drawn from the bottom of springs. The thrush alone declares the immortal wealth and vigor that is in the forest. Here is a bird in whose strain the story is told, though Nature waited for the science of aesthetics to discover it to man. Whenever a man hears it, he is young, and Nature is in her spring. Wherever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country, and the gates of heaven are not shut against him."
~ Henry David Thoreau
"I am surrounded by these birds these days in Vermont. Along with the bard owls they resonate the dusk landscape painting. In August I go back to Vancouver to live with the seals, bald eagles, and crabs. Some of this music is myself alone. Some of it is with Christine Lanza on the flute. Other music has other people as well."
Copyright (c) 2010 by Bob Singley.
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