Billowing heat from a fire inside through glass. Rain dapples on a black jacket up a muddy path with this hand held tape recorder. Lake water ripples, trees swoop and sway it's been recorded for posterity. If there were ever a moment to feel the full flux of nature and that which lies between it's now. The brush the branches up steps to a deck with furrowed brow head held high, to where the light and warmth of the fire behind glass warms the soul under the passing cloud.
released December 4, 2015
Chris Hobson instrumentation, vocals, mastering: Mike Grasby and Chris Hobson at a winter cabin in Bancroft Ontario.
all rights reserved