PROJECTS: Harvest
So now here’s a visual via language (since my hands were busy with other equipment and couldn’t take a photo):
The pre-dawn kitchen lit by the old-fashioned fluorescent double rings. The silence of an autumn morning when even chickadees still snuggle in the firs. The woman dressed oddly like a giant hummingbird in brilliant green satin robe with raspberry collar and cuffs sets up the laptop on the kitchen table, wondering if she ought as well to trust the battery, a finicky resource that she, with all her mistrust of what she cannot control, uses seldom. She stretches out the microphone–headband style as that is all she has–to close in on the soft billiping of the airlocks on the jugs of ruby, topaz, nearly amethyst colored wine. She holds her breath, clicks on the start and watches as the little dot drives safely down the middle of the lit green line. There, she’s gotten it, she thinks; the sounds of harvest to become part of a film. Back in form, plugged in, she clicks on the player and, excited, listens. Silence.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology