Tracks

It began to rain on me a little bit, but just a little. I tucked my camera and microphones into my side slung purse until it stopped then continued on my way. I reached a little dirty alley volleyball court lined with houses and garbage cans. Here I inserted both sides of the mike into a metal coffee can that is used as an ashtray and recorded the game from inside.
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Fencing

Here I placed both microphones onto the stems of the leaves. I rattled the fencing and ruffled the leaves.
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Tubular

I then meandered into a small park that I have never before actually entered. It was overcast and there were no children or dogs running in the park. I found a tube and placed the mikes inside and wrote a message.
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Dirty

On Bremen St. between Chambers and Burleigh, there was a small pile of dirt and pebbles spilling from a lawn onto the sidewalk. I simply manipulated it with my hands, sifting and clawing. With my feet I scuffed at and kicked up the dirt. It produced these sounds.
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Cornered

Standing on a street corner, there are many sounds that can be heard. These are mostly sounds that can be heard together or separately fairly frequently throughout this area of the city. There is one particular type of noise that is commonly heard echoing in the background. It is typically anyone's guess as to what the actual origin of the shot like sound is. Hopefully its only fireworks. Or a backfiring car...
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Selected

Walking around a smaller square area afforded me the luxury of looking closely within one concentrated area and not only focusing on sounds that occur naturally, but sounds that could be made by the contact humans have on their surroundings. I followed no mapped out plan besides to stay within in the designated 8 blocks. From there on I felt free to follow my instincts and inclinations, to create my own path. I was equipped with a simple but sharp digital camera as well as mini disc recorder. Attached to the recorder was a homemade microphone, split left and right.