Sometimes -- nearly always -- I lose myself while recording. Listening to the sounds of songbirds, fowl, wind in trees, squirrels, chipmunks... I feel like I'm alone at nature's whim. I'm just a small, pink dot on her back, along for the ride. It's a beautiful feeling, one that I seek out whenever I can.
That feeling is instantly lost humanity intrudes back. Sometimes humanity intrudes hard, like in this recording in the form of target shooters. Everyone has their way of enjoying the great outdoors, of escaping the hustle of daily life. For some, it means taking firearms out into the canyons and forests, shooting a bunch of paper targets shaped like humans, and littering the ground with spent plastic and brass cartridges, spoiling the very nature and soundscape I wish to embrace.
I'm not overly fond of those folks.
