A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad, —
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
- Emily Dickinson
THE BIRD DISTRICT [.mp3 + .jpg + .html]
writing | installation: digital device/headphones/audio/video/text
Q: what is my garden telling me ?
It is important to be aware that nature is blended in us human beings in order to find a balance, alignment, a (re)connection between nature and mankind. We are nature!
How can we take care of the earth, when we don't take care of ourselves and one another / how can we take care of ourselves and one another when we don't take care of the earth?
My garden is wild...
how i love sounds of the whispering tree and the birds awakening... - in this field recording i wanted to capture the natural soundscapes around my house at The Bird District, The Hague / to look and listen beyond the obvious at my garden... there is such a magical microcosmos, a wondrous life of plants, trees, insects, birds outhere to discover!
finding:
i/we are in constant change, my/our believes are evolving ... transforming ... my/our thoughts are expanding ... there is still an orchestra of birds - still singing loud and clearly - despite the decreasing insect population - the flowers are blooming and my tree is flourishing more than ever!