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A small patch of indigo sky stippled with the dark green patching of the trees, before the lush, solid line of the saturated yellow sound wall...the 60 sign holds itself away from the taunts of the passing traffic as it defiantly speed by...there is a break now in the almost constant flow of vehicles... |
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Trucks and cars hurtle past...the sound of their passing sharpens slightly in pitch as they approach and then flattens suddenly as they disappear again leaving me striving to remember the name of this phenomenum...a motor bike revs by, its sound arcing, and I recall the doppler effect... Listen to a sound bite from this location... (*.mp3 format, 940KB) |
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As ever, there are fumes and dust and soil and even a hint of tan bark and woodchip... |
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The slightly rough and abrasive edge of the concrete barrier...the splintered edges of the wood chips which cover the softness of the dusty earth... |
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I ate some sand once...the dust and woodchip bring a memory of this to mind... |
