Sunday, November 09, 2008

singing or whistling ?

as a child in north wiltshire, i would stand beneath the telegraph posts besides a quiet country road and listen to the soft whistling of the wind in the wires, believing it to be the composite sound of many voices whizzing back and forth between malmesbury and tetbury, faster than the invisible jet fighters ( hawker hunters from kemble ? ) that sometimes used to break the sound barrier far above us on sunny days

domestic frivolity, clapham common north side

insomniac photography, chapter 24, volume 7, page 365