Today, on the last day of the year, I went walking in a local wood with my family. At some point we came to a gathering of 13 empty rooks nests in some tall trees. A very fitting number, which reminded me of a book I am reading at the moment, Wildwood - A Journey Through Trees by late Roger Deakin. He writes of rooks that they in the gaity of their hearts attempt to sing, but with no great success:
Most of the old bird-books attempt some version of 'rude harmony', 'sweet thunder' or 'musical discord', but I prefer to think of their utterances as conversation, or the roughest of folksong. Rooks speak in the strongest of country burrs. They are rasping, leathery, parched, raucous, hoarse, strangled, deep-throated, brawling, plaintive, never reticent and, like all good yokels, incomprehensible. No doubt you could play a dead rook like a bagpipe, all drone and no melody. (Deakin, 2007)
FPOA is partly inspired by Echospace drone and I like the idea of Deakins rook drone. Related as they are.
I look forward to share with you in 2013 more of my miniature stuff and what is for me closely related to this; weather, music, landscapes, walks.
Take care and all the best for the coming evening. See you next year.
Look forward to seeing what you come up with. Your blog always captures something ephemeral and timeless.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for the heads up Fulgrim! I really appreciate it. 2013 has been hectic so far, but I will soon post a new '13'-post :) Thanks mate!
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