silence of solemnity

[charby]

Mine is the quiet very quiet zzzshhhhh sound of a my fly rod letting line out.

It is the sound of inner peace we want, please reply with yours.

[Monkeyleg]

2001. I needed to do a photograph of a Utah-type mountain biker doing some major wheel-stands in a canyon somewhere.

Rented a really off-road Jeep, and headed out into the very desolate areas. I left markers at every turn. Finally I came across a spot where it looked like nobody had ever been. I'm sure someone had been there before, but I saw no signs.

I stood at the edge of a canyon wall, and just listened.

And there was no sound, none whatsoever, except that of the wind blowing across the canyon walls, a sound that was almost impercetible.

[Gewehr98]

Grade school age youngster in church on a Sunday morning.

Hard wooden pews.

Horrible timing, but painful abdominal gas pressure - released.

You could've heard a pin drop - but our pastor still shook my hand and thanked us for attending on the way out after the service. 

"Wait 'til we get home and I tell your father, young man!"

Yeah, Mom, whaddya think he'll say? 

Of course, he said exactly what I thought he would.
 
Dad - "Did you tell the folks around you there was a barking spider running loose?"

Mom - "Don't encourage the boy!"

34 years later, I find myself teaching the finer things in life to my 6 year-old nephew.  My sister is a an absolute riot, but I think I'll leave some things for her to teach her son...

[Winston Smith]

Whooshing of fat soft longboard wheels over newly paved downhill roads... creaking of bamboo while turning... wind wooshing up at me from the ocean.

Then: Sand crunching underfoot, gulls, and finally the overpowering roar of the ocean itself, swallowing all.

[griz]

The wind blowing through the trees.
Rain on a metal roof.
And my favorite, the ripping sound of driving fast over a road with a covering of dry leaves.

[grislyatoms]

The quiet of a heavy snowfall. Blows me away every time.

[Ron]

NCT in the Trap Hills, UP of Michigan

[mtnbkr]

The rapid tik tik tik of my freewheel as I coast through rolling singletrack at a terribly relaxed pace.



Chris

[K Frame]

Sitting on the floor, scratching my dogs ears, and listening to them sigh in pleasure.

[RadioFreeSeaLab]

The bench on the very tip of Shelter Island where no one ever goes.  The sounds of the bay at night, the lonley foghorn, the rigging of sail boats gently swaying in the wind.

[mtnbkr]

Mike's post made me think of another:

Watching my daughter sleep soundly, especially if it's one of those times when she's crawled into bed with us late at night and wedged herself between my wife and I.

Chris

[K Frame]

Watching my daughter sleep soundly, especially if it's one of those times when she's crawled into bed with us late at night and wedged herself between my wife and I.

Chris

You know, Chris, that really warms my heart, too. She's an angel when she's asleep.

When was it, maybe a year ago, she had fallen asleep on the floor, and Scruffy was lying really close to her, just watching. It looked so darned cute.

[Ben]

Actually flyfishing is one of mine too, but a particular place and time. Crowley Lake in the Eastern Sierra, in the Fall, in my float tube, in a particular part of the lake, facing a specific direction. Every year I'm there, I put my fly rod down, just float, and look at the mountains and the birds and the lake, and it's the calmest, most serene time that I can create for myself. One of those times everything but the moment disappears.

[charby]

I had another one that came to me, the song of the red winged black bird. You motor into a weedy cove, kill the motor flip you line out, the world gets quiet then the blackbird starts talking.

http://www.mbr-pwrc.usgs.gov/id/framlst/i4980id.html

[Modifiedbrowning]

Snowboarding through powder snow during a storm and vertigo sets in.

[zahc]

Whooshing of fat soft longboard wheels over newly paved downhill roads

Hey that's my post.

[SpookyPistolero]

The whisps of wind at the top of a freshly climbed mountain.

The crackle of a campfire made with your own hands.

The uplifting notes of a hopeful classical piece.

The puffing and crackling noises when smoking a pipe.

Writing these, I don't feel like I have as many of these feelings as I wish I did. Even the ones I've listed often aren't achieved. These are the things that I feel like life should be comprised of, though.