Orsova Composition by Jeff Gburek published on 2023-09-06T17:58:11Z I could not see the ciccada. I could not see the bell nor the semantron. I could not see the monastery of Sankt Ana, only a peak of a tower maybe, a steeple or lightening rod, up there, amid the trees, after the thick, gnarly bramby scrub going up the hill from our camp site. The sun ferocious and oozing plasma. Finding shade, we drank our water and read our books and plotted our course. The toaca in the monastery struck -- the percussion of hammers on a plank of wood, sometimes call the semantron -- I'd learned about this sound from maybe Kazantzakis, Sikelianos, Seferis-- one of those Greek poets anyway. A sound resonant of Mt. Athos. I've never seen the bells on Athos. Hearing the percussion, I rushed to the car to grab the recorder and catch the strange dry tabla amid the clicking insistence of the insects marking out their mating territorries. In the morning after breaking camp and breaking our fast, we drove up to the hill to visit the monastery. And the mystery of the semantron and the bells was repeated on a Sunday morning as well. More about historical Orsova here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Or%C8%99ova Genre Field Composition Comment by 303GREG AWESOME SOUNDS !!! 2023-09-20T08:26:07Z Comment by The Brent Williams Much revealed about the location in your soundscape recording. The intrusion here of a plane? Later, near the end of the second bell peal, I thought I detected the sound of a train, but on second listen, maybe just a vehicle passing.. Nice work. 2023-09-10T14:17:08Z