Wild flowers, the Vaucluse
Somewhere, recently, I read how John Cage, living in a cacaphonous place, decided to use the noise, not hate it.
I think of this when I think of the differences between the sounds of living in a Bay Area suburb (commuter train whistle, leafblowers, birds, dogs, a bicycle swishing past) and living in downtown Paris (jackhammers, bells, honking cars, loud arguments, one-sided (cell phone) or two (homeless person with passerby). On the whole I prefer the multi-layered city noises...
My science writer daughter (@catBrahic) is in the south of France for a few days, picking field flowers, even if--I think--the weather has been wet and/or windy. Here's today's bouquet:
