It has been a long time since I’ve experienced quietness in this way. In Chicago, even when it was quiet, there was always the rumbling of trains in the background or the familiar hum of the city. In contrast, the only thing I could hear while out at the lake was the patter of light rain on the leaves and the gentle sound of the breeze pushing ripples on the water.
Our new home is quiet as well, especially at night. It has taken me only a little while to become accustomed to it, at first I found myself having to put on the television or radio while I worked. Now I enjoy hearing only the sound of the wind outside, the heater pushing warm air through the vents, and my own fingers clattering on the computer keyboard.
The lake and woods are both going to offer some interesting opportunities for photographs, not that Chicago never did… of course there was so much to photograph in Chicago, but after a while I found that it wasn’t what I wanted to photograph. I love the way that light pools on concrete, but everything was so close together that it constantly felt as though things were in the way of one another, cramped and close. On two hour-long walks through the woods I felt as though there was no way I could truly take all of it in, it was so open, even if it is quite a small forest on the scale of things. I’m going to enjoy watching how it changes with the seasons.
The orderly configurations of the city have been replaced with anarchic shapes.
A cold wind has moved in this week, bringing with it a lot of rain. I’m expecting to be stuck inside for most of the week, shielded against the cold with tea, blankets, and a book (I’ve picked up a book for the first time in months, I’m currently reading The Martian). But perhaps I’ll pull on a coat and my rain boots to go walking again.