Like everyone else who saw this article, I promptly downloaded the app and started using it.
I could close my eyes and identify each of these sounds:
The subway
The trolley
The bus
The Northeast Regional Amtrak
The Acela (Amtrak)
The regional rail
The freight trains
And that’s just transport and that’s just what I hear in one stretch of my morning loop. Meanwhile, I walk everywhere and can tell you the sound of exactly one bird: a cardinal. Worth thinking about.
I know, I know. But every time I read these articles I feel crappy about Instagram and the immense profit streams it generates and just how manipulated I feel…how did they know I wanted a new watchband? How did they know I’d go deep down the rabbit hole of “tactical staffs”? And why did I need to know about the genre of attractive young folks playing heavy metal songs note by note?
This sentence:
We may be concerned about Facebook, we may even be fatigued by the amount of anger-inducing information we’ve learned about Facebook, but we still use its products.
got me here. Again.
There’s something about standing in one place and seeing another. This shot from the Woodlands into the layers across the river attempts to capture that sense. I want to try this shot when it’s not overcast.
From the Wissahickon
This van, with the messed up door latch and the School District logo…
A good June
