It is officially the beginning of fall on September 21, and one of the things I always miss the most are the sounds of insects at night.1 When I was kid, the silence that came with fall meant the stress of homework due on Mondays and research papers that seemed never ending. Who knew there would be way more serious stressors in adulthood?
I was recently chatting with Stephen Vitiello about this very phenomenon and I thought it would be fitting if we caught the waning sounds of summer evenings in our respective yards—Stephen in Virginia, and me in the wilds of New Jersey. I also snuck in some evening recordings from Upstate NY.
Both of our yards feature the typical stuff, some grass and trees, and our recordings are not immune from hvac units, trains, and vehicular traffic as well.
The bonus New York recordings feature the Upper Delaware River in the background as well as a two-lane road that cuts through a Catskills mountainside. The last recording in this grouping is late enough in the evening when there are no insects present and the depth of the space is really discernible.
I don’t miss getting bitten up by mosquitos, but who loves that except for maybe the mosquitos? ↩︎