I’ve been off work sick and sitting here hearing these strange noises. For those who don’t know me, my hearing is spectacularly poor after years of abusing my ears by standing too close to speaker stacks at gigs around the country. There are, however, some sounds that get in where others don’t. I’m probably going to let my science credentials slip a bit here but it seems to be a sound wave frequency thing.
Anyway, sometimes it’s an army of aliens scuttering towards me, or big, fat raindrops plopping out of the sky. On other occasions, it’s the rasping of a branch on a fence or the dogs who are probably up to no good.

Today I have discovered the secret. It’s the crisp, desiccated leaves from the beech tree in our neighbour’s garden. They have finally been ejected from the tree, having done their job in protecting it over the winter and are now let go so the new leaves can unfurl themselves ready for a new year of photosynthesis. As they come down, lots of them are landing on our patio and the sound is their dry, crumbly texture scraping across concrete. Mystery solved.

Although more off than on of late, this long term project is bound to revisit the same subjects over and over again. David pointed out to me yesterday that he’d seen me do pegs before. At the moment, I’m just looking around for interesting things. Soon, if I keep this up, I’ll be seeking the obscure or the trickery. For now, it’s enough to have a camera in my hand and my eye on the lookout for a pic.