Beautiful. We do indeed rely on our vision practically to the exclusion of our other senses. No doubt the other senses filter info to our subconscious, yet most of our thoughts and actions use information gathered through vision. I am quite nearsighted. Think Velma from Scooby Doo. Yet my “disability” is quite normal and easily “corrected” by glasses.
Yet a few years ago it occurred to me that my uncorrected vision may be a gift, the type of “soft focus” many strive for in yogic, meditative, and psychedelic states. Since then I have experimented with going about uncorrected, which is an especially profound experience in nature. Sounds, touch, and smells become more than an after thought. They, along with filtered light and blurred color, become the navigational guides.
Thank for this essay, Jeff. The sonic landscape. Beautiful in so many ways.
Thanks for reading along. I just realized, I should have recorded audio for this essay, in fact, I should have published it ONLY in audio to make people use their sense of hearing over their eyesight! -- Jeff
The blues reflects a sadness based on oppression and it would seem that you might be hearing that sound among the waves as the NP service is harmed by the policies and firings in DC. The blue of the waters blending with the musical roots of blues makes quite a sound in my brain.
Waves or wavelets washing the shore of Rocky Island. Lukey the resident gull calling the others to breakfast of fish leavings. The sound of boat engines, small and large, "Is someone coming, oh, I know who!" John's airplane as it lands on neighboring Little Twin. The booming alarm clock as a jet breaks the sound barrier, and the sound wave echoes all around the islands... every morning at 6:30! (My goodness, that was over 60 years ago!)
Beautiful. We do indeed rely on our vision practically to the exclusion of our other senses. No doubt the other senses filter info to our subconscious, yet most of our thoughts and actions use information gathered through vision. I am quite nearsighted. Think Velma from Scooby Doo. Yet my “disability” is quite normal and easily “corrected” by glasses.
Yet a few years ago it occurred to me that my uncorrected vision may be a gift, the type of “soft focus” many strive for in yogic, meditative, and psychedelic states. Since then I have experimented with going about uncorrected, which is an especially profound experience in nature. Sounds, touch, and smells become more than an after thought. They, along with filtered light and blurred color, become the navigational guides.
Thank for this essay, Jeff. The sonic landscape. Beautiful in so many ways.
Thanks for reading along. I just realized, I should have recorded audio for this essay, in fact, I should have published it ONLY in audio to make people use their sense of hearing over their eyesight! -- Jeff
The blues reflects a sadness based on oppression and it would seem that you might be hearing that sound among the waves as the NP service is harmed by the policies and firings in DC. The blue of the waters blending with the musical roots of blues makes quite a sound in my brain.
Waves or wavelets washing the shore of Rocky Island. Lukey the resident gull calling the others to breakfast of fish leavings. The sound of boat engines, small and large, "Is someone coming, oh, I know who!" John's airplane as it lands on neighboring Little Twin. The booming alarm clock as a jet breaks the sound barrier, and the sound wave echoes all around the islands... every morning at 6:30! (My goodness, that was over 60 years ago!)