There is an adage of late in the photography world; the best camera is the one you have with you. I’m not exactly sure where this pithy saying came from. It’s not something I recall quoted from the mouths of … Read More
A sea of blue-violet wildflowers stretches toward snow-capped mountains to the north. It is late May, and the camas are at the peak of their bloom. The western horizon bursts into flames as the sun peeks out from behind cottony clouds. Birdsong begins to ring out across the marshland. Sights and sounds build in layers. Mother nature has arranged a perfect feast for the senses this fine evening. And I am in the center of it all, past my ankles in thick dark water, here on the Idaho prairie, recording the wonderful soundscape.… Read More
Field recordings of the sound of snags, downed trees, captured with special contact microphones that allow you, the listener, to hear the tree from the inside out. … Read More
Listening to the wind blowing through the trees is one of life’s simple pleasures. There is no better time to lay down and relax beneath the branches than in the fall when deciduous trees trade their greenery for vibrant displays of yellow, red and orange. Here in the Rocky Mountain West, the Quaking aspen puts on the show. The unique sound their leaves make before falling to the earth is not to be missed. … Read More
Sharp-eyed striders walking the Greenbelt in Garden City this summer most likely saw, if they were looking up that is, a hefty quantity of gray paper nests hanging from the cottonwoods that line the riverbank. Crafted by bald-faced hornets, these basketball-sized, … Read More