THE VIBRANT DRONE of tractors spilling earth in early May is as indelible and fleeting as the coarse trill of red-wing blackbirds alighting in a sea of worn cattails on a foggy March dawn, the deep purr of peepers illuminating bell-clear April nights. The air vibrates with anticipation of another season of bounty from the warm, fecund earth.
Thanks for sending me the link! The artwork truly does evoke the soundscape.
Magnificent.