Doug Haire

Notes on Campsites

Campsites, intersecting field recording with resonant drone.

At this intersection sits seven campsites. Studies in nuance.

Captured sounds in nature. Collecting time unplanned and stray.

Drones drawn out from slowly unfolding sounds as distillations of the resonant frequencies of the moment.

The observed and observer combined into gently focused strands of colored rays of sound.

Within these long arcs time moves slowly. Rarely found is the metronome that marks the larghissimo time of Haire’s work.

Sounds long as the horizon. Works created by a practiced listener—a desert wanderer.

Are these meditations? Observations?

Or maybe simply as Haire puts it… “I hear the world turning with me still in it.”