bamboo, nature, percussion, sounds

clack, clack-le

It’s haunting.
You barely hear it, a rattle, or a whistle.
Some sort of earthy percussion.
Random, humble, rhythm-less repetitions.

clack, clack, clack, clack-le
clack-le, clack, clack, clack-le
clack, clack-le, clack, clack-le
clack-le, clack-le, clack-le
Bamboo stalks look so calm and graceful,
but when they bend and bounce in the breeze, they produce a strange sound.
The tones come from the top of the plant, almost from the wind itself,
and to me feel unexpected and jarring.
bamboo, nature, sunlit

a sunny sunday

photographed february 9, 2020

If you get up close and keep your eyes on the movement of the leaves, and the rhythm of the breeze, it’s almost like a summer day and standing underneath a willow tree.

But it’s not. It’s February.

And just a cluster of bamboo, at the edge of a creek.