*Please excuse the distortion at some points during the windy gusts. Storm Dave proved a little too much for the Rycote windshield. It's new kit so I'm still discovering its limitations.* The sun, giver, but awkward to look in to, warmth, from plasma, that outside influence, fundamental, touching all, one way or another, influential, not circumstantial, two Mallards on the wing, we cannot comprehend how minuscule we are but some of the things that seem s so monumental just live within our minds or gut, fear, joy, religion, yet permeate all of our lived experience, through action not substance, a pheasant, Storm Dave touching us through the movement of air, (have we given storms names in order to have someone to blame?), the the subsequent movement of trees and plants, of clouds, some kind of large hovering bird of prey that I haven’t seen before, a marsh harrier maybe, the distant drone of a small motorbike, but refreshingly no other traffic, a jet, but the first one after 15 minutes, where are they going I wonder, the Heras fencing marks the death knell for that field, for all those that inhabit it such as moles, worms, spiders, butterflies, bees, beetles, aphids, centipedes, its a long list, all destroyed in order to build some houses that only the rich or private equity firms can afford, fierce local opposition hasn’t stopped the development from going ahead, green shoots on this broken willow, a carrion crow, fresh nettles full of fibre and nutrients, there have been 78,067 days, sunsets, nights, mornings since Constable stood/sat here and took int his view, not all of them a charming as this or then, but each with its own character, with it’s own sound tracks, formulation of clouds, that cloud looks like the letter C of a sports brand, and as much as I like to resist the corporate and capitalist machinations of advertising you can’t deny it’s impressive power, but the wind is changing it’s shape fast and now it looks like a Quaver, now it is two clouds disintegrating, three, entirely gone, when I look down I notice that my HD has had another problem and the filming has stopped, I formatted these specifically to iron out any problems after last times outing, more research and testing need to be done, some kind of Warbler, a man walking his dog, then stopping to ask some questions, I give his a business card in order to appease his curiosity and stop any further talking, a family walking a dog, the dog huffing, I’m not in the zone any more, just the place, maybe I should just sit and listen rather than trying to record as now that is becoming a distraction, anyone want to fund me to sit still listening? There are a lot of clouds forming now, but through the gapsI can see red light made by the suns light passing through the lighting gel of earths polluted atmosphere, everything experienced as light and sound filtered through air, and with all of these digital tools at our disposal there is no replacement for the real thing, especially with the wind that has suddenly picked up again and is being enjoyed again but the girls playing, leaning in to it, arms out as if trying to fly, somehow the birds communicate in this cacophony, so maybe that’s how they have adapted to man made noise in the environment. Now I think I recognised the man I gave a card to, and that he recognised me. Birds identified
