4.The time I’ve spent listening back to these recordings is its own kind of experience. I don’t wish to state that being out in the field and being sat on my chair, or walking around my room, are at all similar, whilst they may pertain to a degree of mutuality, they are also unassailably different. Within the latter I find an accumulation of experience that exists only in the unfolding of the moment. The former, at least in mind of my recent experience, finds itself in delicate proximity to unavoidable, and often deafening, vagaries of knowledge.
A recording of fern vibrations, made in Brookmans Park, Hertfordshire, England.