An ambient narrative that begins early on a Summer’s evening and moves through the following morning. The pleasant chaos of animal life is punctuated by a rumblings of thunder and the irritating intrusions of human technology. Through it all, the wonder of nature persists.

Another ambient narrative without much of a plot. To us it sounds mostly like a raucous and joyful celebration of a new Summer morning. To the participants on whom we eavesdrop, it is about the needs of life itself.

A short soundscape that moves geographically from an inland urban forest to the ocean. The cricket is a metaphoric quiet Voice who is there through it all and there after it all.

Audio from the Turtle Pond