Neutral Colors
Watched a show on the Home and Garden channel last night about a decorator’s use of rust, beige, tan, gray and ecru providing a neutral background against which to display your objet d’art. On the way to work the fields speed by - rust, beige, tan, gray and ecru. Burnt sienna, ocher, cream, manila, last oak leaves, frost blown tops of goldenrod, giant reeds, wild grasses.
If you stretch a wire between two poles and pluck it, it would vibrate forever. Once a sound is made the vibrations never stop. All the sounds the world has made are out there floating in the atmosphere.
If you had the equipment you might hook up the electrical impulses of your brain to musical instruments and play them with your mind – the brain’s music, EEG’s, the electrical pulse of our thoughts surging through our neural pathways making a sax play “Love Me Tender.”
I was walking the dog down by the river where ponds form in abandoned gravel pits. At dusk a flock of Canada geese flew over us coming in low to settle onto the ponds. They were no more than six feet over my head, honking and braking with their wings, the leaders splashing into the pond. The last of the light made their white bellies ghostly glows. The dog was barking. The disrupted air from the many wings raised my hair the way static electricity tingles around you. Honking, barking, my pleasure cry, that music radiating forever in the atmosphere against the neutral noise, white noise, the unsorted background sounds of everyday against which joy stands out.
holding a shell
to my ear
my own music