Posts Tagged ‘street’
February 23rd, 2024 | 
Author: 2/23/2024, 10:17 PM ET, Hempstead Turnpike/California Avenue
The sound furthest away from me is the rumble of cars much further down the road, just loud enough to be noticeable, getting louder as they come towards the red light.
A sound a bit closer to me is the incessant chirping of the birds that sit in the trees and on the powerlines en masse above California Avenue. It’s a fast, high-pitched trilling that verges on being scary.
The sound closest to me is that of a car passing by about 2 feet to my right. It’s a quiet car, not one with a loud engine, so most of the sound comes from the soft rumble of its tires on the ground and the woosh of the wind as it passes me.
The sound level isn’t extremely loud, there not being many cars at this very moment while the cars going straight on the highway have the red light.
The word I would use to describe the sound environment is puttering.
Three sounds essential to the sound environment are the sound of a car braking, the high-pitched screech of a bird, and wind wooshing.
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Tags: birds, brake, California Avenue, cars, Hempstead Turnpike, Light, Lyric Jones, street, turnpike | 
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2/13/2020
Farthest Sound- The dripping of rain from the gutters on the roof, and of the rain falling down into the drain, a large truck just passed by as well as a plane.
Medium Distance- Students walking back into their dorm, there is a path right next to my. window that people tend to use quite often.
Closest Distance- The rap tap tapping of my key board, as well as the pop pop popping of my highly messed up back/spine.
General Sound Level- a good sound level to work comfortably in, not to loud but not deathly quite either.
Sound Description- Quite… Perhaps too quiet…
Important Sounds- Rain dripping and hitting the ground, cars going vroom on the street, my typing as I’m writing this, and students walking outside.
- 1/30/19; 7 PM; The street I live on
- Farthest: Planes, Train Horn
- Medium: The cold wind blowing through the trees, cars going down the main road
- The jingling sound of my dog’s collar, my boots stepping on the pavement, my breathing being heavy due to the cold air
- Sound Level: Not too much noise but enough to know that life is all around me.
- One word: Suburban
- Essential sounds: The wind, the train, dog collar
Bill of Rights to the stairs and then the street 11:53 PM 4/12/18
Corner of Taras Shevchenko Pl. and 7th St. 4/16/16 2:03 pm
Cars driving by, various people (men and women) walking and talking, slight wind, shuffling of shoes