Rob came with me to the Rainforest Writer’s Village. I thought he would enjoy the quiet. He’s just written a post about being here, which I think demonstrates the difference in the way we respond to our environment as well as being a good example of why I adore him.
I find my self today on the shores of Lake Quinault. The two dozen writers convened here display an intriguing range of countenances and no doubt talent – but I have no basis for commentary, but in this serene and prehistorically quiet setting, I was hoping to encounter voices. I must be patient, for it takes days to habituate to one’s sonic environment, to hear anew.
Read the full post at Robert Kowal » The Ear Directs the Eye.
Incidentally, the next post, An Actor’s Terroir, is also really interesting.
