This isn’t now a photoblog. I’m just getting used to my new camera, and I am thinking about how my visual documentation of the neighborhood corresponds with my sonic sense of place. The images I’ve shot on my phone the past few days are far better representations of how I think of the neighborhood than are the shots I’ve taken with my phone over the years. I think, then, about how audio representation might vary based on technology, as much as with capacity to employ the technology expertly, and what “fidelity” means in such context. It is more than the capacity of a file format, and it is more than having a proper wind shield on your microphone? And what is the sonic aspect of this neighborhood that is as prevalent as the rust resulting from the salty ocean air?
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The tool produces a state of mind and conscious shift, by way of the hand.