The first thing you notice in Minnesota isn't the famed 10,000 lakes or the sprawling Mall of America—it's the sound of hospitality. That distinctive Midwestern warmth carries its own acoustic signa...
When my colleague Jenny asked if I'd join her family trip to Rio Rancho, New Mexico to record desert soundscapes for our archive project, I couldn't resist. While I typically travel solo to capture th...
The first thing that struck me about Saint Cloud wasn't what I saw—it was what I heard. The crisp crunch of snow beneath boots in winter, the melodic chorus of birds returning in spring, the gentle la...
The first time I stood in the courtyard of Mazar-i-Sharif's Blue Mosque, I was struck not just by the visual splendor of those iconic blue tiles, but by the remarkable acoustic properties of the space...
The first thing that struck me about San Antonio wasn't the sight of its famed River Walk—it was the sound. That peculiar acoustic quality where flowing water meets limestone architecture creates a...
The first thing that struck me about Karakol wasn't the majestic Tian Shan mountains looming in the distance, nor the charming wooden Orthodox church that seems transported from another world—it was t...