(running time 1:01)
Upon sight of the infinite blue expanse rolling its frothing waves
upon the sandy beach, you wonder how you allowed so many years
to pass since your last visit to the ocean. The gentle onshore
breeze feels refreshing in the humid summer air as you walk along
the edge of the rising tide. Recorded in Rhode Island.
Surf with Terns
(running time 1:01)
Similar to above, but with better stereo quality (microphone more
exposed instead of sheltered from the wind) and featuring the
cries of terns who make their nests in a protected area nearby.
Recorded in Rhode Island.
(running time 0:46)
It's been a long winter, the snowiest in over 100 years. Yet,
amazingly, all of nature springs to life as though at the flick
of a switch. There's still snow on the ground as the tree frogs
in the thawing marsh come out from hibernation.
(running time 0:48)
The lake is as still as glass in the chilly April night. The last
few chunks of winter's ice drift around aimlessly, and the ducks
are glad for all the open water.
The ducks aren't the only ones glad for the open water. Off in
the distance, a Canada goose swims around the edge of the ice,
honking for all the shoreline-dwellers to hear.
Stream (133k, running time 15 sec.)
Your trek on snowshoes takes you across a field of fluffy powder
snow like a fifty-acre feather pillow. While the falling snow
adds more silence to the already-tranquil winter landscape, the
flowing stream adds the only sound to be heard. Hear
Blast (365k, running time 45 sec.)
When the snowstorm clears, the wind turns direction and blows
straight from the North Pole. Freshly fallen snow takes flight
as the temperature plummets. Throw another log in the wood stove
and snuggle up with a mug of hot cocoa while you watch the pine
trees sway outside your window. More winter wind 1
in Snow (252k, running time 30sec.)
It's been a long time since the snow was deep enough to make you
feel like a kid again. With your snowpants on and your feet warm
inside your boots, you make the first steps in an undisturbed
field of fresh snow higher than your knees.
Subtle Sound of Snow (249k, running time 30 sec.)
Many wonder if the sound of snow is the same as that of one hand
clapping. It does make a noise--to hear it, one must be still
as the winter itself. Once immersed in the traquil scene, it's
possible to forget about any of the discomforts of winter or even
of life itself, and totally lose track of time. Perhaps such a
moment is what Robert Frost details in his famous poem, 'Stopping
By Woods On a Snowy Evening.'
(842k, running time 26 sec.)
The ice is out, and the loons are glad to be back. Hear the beloved
bird's drawn-out song and laughter-like chatter echo across the
water of a New Hampshire lake on a calm night.
More Loons (187k, 0:22)
Duet (586k, running time 1:12)
A loon sings alone in the darkness, until, on the far shore, an
owl joins in.
Loon Chatter (105k, running time 11 sec.)
The loons are known for several different types of calls, and
this is their 'chatter'.
and Thunder (705k, running time 1:28)
A severe thunderstorm was approaching, but this loon sang anyway.
and Distant Loons (489k, running time 1:00)
Nearly-calm lake water laps gently on the sandy shore, and in
the tranquil evening the loon songs are audible from a mile away.
Geese (251k, running time 30 sec.)
It's early September and all the summer crowds have gone home.
The lake lies tranquil in the dusk that comes noticeably earlier
than just a couple weeks ago. Canada geese make their trumpeting
calls in the calm, chilly air.
(327k, running time 40 sec.)
A mild late summer night without any wind brings out a steady
song of crickets as the lake water gently sloshes against the
wooded shoreline. More crickets 1
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Lullabye (255k, running time 30 sec.)
When the bugs come out, no one sings and jumps about it more than
these guys do. All they need is a mild midnight and the frogs
will give you a swamp symphony that's perfect for unwinding.
Hear them closer (485k, 1:00)
Nocturne (586k, running time 1:12)
Midnight has passed. Half your mind wants to sleep, but the other
half doesn't want to miss the performance. Just when you think
the gentle harmony of loons and frogs couldn't get any better,
the owl adds more rhythm.
Lake at Night (5.4 Mb, running time 2:54)
The sun slips behind the mountains for the night, and you've never
seen a lake so still. Its water reflects the infinite cosmos above.
Through the darkness echo the conversations of owls between islands
and the shoreline, ducks offshore, frogs at the water's edge,
and a choir of several loons.
Meadow (247k, running time 30 sec.)
The afternoon sun warms crickets, causing them to chirp quickly.
Imagine the soft breeze in the tall grass between the apple orchard
and the vegetable garden where the honey bee spreads pollen among
the tomatoes and summer squash.
Storm (3.7 Mb, running time 8:07)
It's after midnight. Though the heat of the day has long passed,
the lake's weather has a mind of its own. A calm evening yeilds
a few distant rumbles of thunder that gradually grow in volume.
The wind picks up. The storm hits. But that's okay - you know
that when you wake up it'll be a calm and misty morning, perfect
for waterskiing before breakfast. This recording is just long
enough to help most people get to sleep.
(1.1 Mb, running time 45 sec.)
Thunderstorms on the lake bring back memories of summer camp,
and lightning over the water at night makes a spectacular show
that fascinates both the young and the old.
More Thunder 1
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a-Brewin' (299k, running time 36 sec.)
The wind rises as the sky darkens, and now there's no more mistaking
the once-faint thunder for a high-flying jet. Get that ladder
down from the house, disconnect those power cords, and come inside!
Thunderstorm (725k, running time 1:34)
Every August there seems to be a time when autumn decides to make
its first advance into the warm, humid air over the lake. The
resulting battle of seasons is a spectacular experience for all
Rain (308k, running time 37 sec.)
In everyday life it bothers a lot of people, but there's something
different about the sound of rain when you're at the lake. It
makes you want to sleep with the window cracked open, to let the
rain's forest percussion become auditory hynosisis as your head
hits the pillow. Is it the smell of the old pine wood in your
cottage that rainy weather brings out? Is it the feel of your
comforter, that invokes so many fond memories? The rain? The lake?
Maybe it's all of the above.
Surf (275k, running time 33 sec.)
Relax on a breezy but warm summer day at Newcastle Island just
off the coast of New Hampshire. Lie in the smooth sand and hear
the saltwater pass through the granite outcroppings on its way
to your feet, and then retreat back to start the process over.
Surf 2 (252k, running time 30 sec.)
A slightly different version of the above, also recorded at Newcastle
Island, New Hampshire.
on a Dirt Road (466k, running time 56 sec.)
It's been a long day of hiking. With a body full of sore muscles,
a camera full of stellar views, and a mind full of great new memories,
you put your head back, glad that your friend offered to drive.
The sun flickers through the dense canopy of leaves and the car
bounces over pebbles and potholes, but none of it can open your
eyelids. The breeze through the open windows feels too nice. Birds
and crickets in the passing meadows sing to you. When you awaken,
you'll be home. (subwoofer speaker reccomended for best effect.)
Song (1.1 Mb, running time 21 sec.)
Warm weather brings the northern wetlands to life with nocturnal
vocals of the frogs known as 'peepers.'
Songbirds (1.7 Mb, running time 30 sec.)
It's been a long time since you've slept so well. The early sun
illuminates a light fog rising from the water surface, and these
feathered friends are calling you to share their joy in celebrating
the new day.
at Dawn (251k, running time 31 sec.)
The rest of the world is still asleep. Pale blue twilight breaks
the grip of darkness on the eastern horizon to show you the pond's
as still as glass, the spiderweb covered with dew. Every morning,
these birds are up before the sun.
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