Tib's Room

Welcome to TibArt Audio! 

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of a forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.  Stephen Graham

And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them.  Too, I did have thinks of all their growing days there in the ground, and all the things they did hear.  Earth-voices are glad voices, and earth-songs come up from the ground through the plants; and in their flowering, and in the days before these days are come, they do tell the earth-songs to the wind ... I have thinks these potatoes growing here did have knowings of star-songs.
The Singing Creek where the Willows Grow - The Mystical Nature Diary of Opal Whiteley, Penguin, 1994. 

I hope you enjoy your visit through the sounds of the Carolinas that I've recorded over the last few years.  It's getting more and more difficult to record natural sounds.  There is always the low hum of traffic, planes flying overhead, etc.  But, there are those moments when all the man-made sounds die down and then there's magic!

The natural sounds of the world are being lost in the rush of civilization and our focus on technology.  There must be balance between the two.  We need to step away from man-made energies and find a place to hear the earth in all her many voices.

Since we humans have the better brain, isn't it our responsibility to protect our fellow creatures from, oddly enough, ourselves?
-  Joy Adamson