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Item: Minidisc Recorder
Some moments cannot
be captured on film... some are best souvenirs I have from
Italy are the sounds I collected with my minidisc recorder.
When I listen, I am transported
right back to the cool shade of that peaceful garden, the
tense curb of that chaotic street corner, the dusty front
pew of that splendid little church. My only regret is that
I didn't think to use it more often.
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Back
on the trail again, things improved, as we made our way toward
the town of Corniglia. The trail wove through olive
groves, some with fine red nets strung beneath them like vivid
spider webs, to catch the ripe olives as they fell. It was
a scene of otherworldly beauty and serenity.
Encountering only the occasional hiker or mountain
biker, the air rang with birdsong. I stopped, and
attempted to capture a bit of it with my minidisc recorder.
However, as soon as I got it set up, the peaceful scene was
disrupted by one audio intrusion after another: a lawnmower,
a bike crunching gravel down the path, a distant Vespa whining,
the growl of a ferry engine cruising by below.
With each audio assault, Kim and I would
look at each other, at first smiling and rolling
our eyes, then outright laughing when we could hold it inside
no longer. The resulting attempts captured a lot of
laughter and only a little birdsong.
Capturing
laughter 1:47(sorry, audio quality is poor)
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