Amid the lockdowns, the sounds and sights of birds reminded me, most of all, of the extent of our connections to one anotherThis is part of a series of essays by Australian writers responding to the challenges of 2020London midwinter, and I dream of black cockatoos. Dreams lacking vision, sonic dreams of startling intensity. At dawn the rusted-hinge sound of the cockatoos swerves away, revoked by the thin daylight.I have been based out of the UK for several months. Having passed through a blue solstice into January, the news bulletins from Australia chronicle unprecedented fire fronts, razing tracts of the eastern seaboard to ash. Columns of smoke expunge the stars. I see that in only the barest elements of topography and geology will the landscapes I return to resemble the places I left. Continue reading...
After everything this year, what we hear when we listen to birdsong has changed
10. října 2020 21:15
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Zdroj: The Guardian