Following last week’s spring break walk, this week seemed especially loud. We more or less followed the first “water” route, wanting to compare our experiences from then (in the rain) and now (in the sun). It was quite a different walk.
We abandoned the sidewalk to walk through a gravel/rocky area. Crunching.
Past multiple vending machines being used. Whirs. Clicks. Thuds.
The crisp SNAP of a soda can being opened.
Wind, audible only because of the trees moving.
Turning, we walk right into the sun. This is a true soundwalk now because the sun’s brightness obliterates vision.
Bicycles. Squeak. Almost delicate.
We abandoned the sidewalk to walk through a gravel/rocky area. Crunching.
Past multiple vending machines being used. Whirs. Clicks. Thuds.
The crisp SNAP of a soda can being opened.
Wind, audible only because of the trees moving.
Turning, we walk right into the sun. This is a true soundwalk now because the sun’s brightness obliterates vision.
Bicycles. Squeak. Almost delicate.
Then skateboards. Raucous. Loud. Thick. Grating. Sharp.
Under some sound art, punctuated by skateboards.
Under some sound art, punctuated by skateboards.
Soft footsteps. Soft conversations.
More skateboards. Echoing. Piercing. Clacks. SO LOUD.
My favorite sound was dry leaves being blown across concrete by the wind. Scraping, but with a satisfying richness and body due to the quantity of small leaves. At one point, the leaves scraped along as a plane droned overhead. It was magic.
After the walk, we all commented that the space felt restless and busy. I also shared that I struggled with a sense of ownership in certain spaces, especially in the areas with multiple skateboarders because it was so loud; their sound dominated, which made it seem like they had claimed the space. I definitely felt unwanted and unheard in these instances.
March 14, 2018
5:45 - 6:15pm
70s, Windy
Until next time!
More skateboards. Echoing. Piercing. Clacks. SO LOUD.
My favorite sound was dry leaves being blown across concrete by the wind. Scraping, but with a satisfying richness and body due to the quantity of small leaves. At one point, the leaves scraped along as a plane droned overhead. It was magic.
After the walk, we all commented that the space felt restless and busy. I also shared that I struggled with a sense of ownership in certain spaces, especially in the areas with multiple skateboarders because it was so loud; their sound dominated, which made it seem like they had claimed the space. I definitely felt unwanted and unheard in these instances.
March 14, 2018
5:45 - 6:15pm
70s, Windy
Until next time!