Soundwalk around Greenpoint, Brooklyn

A Monday evening in Greenpoint brings many sounds to my ears as I walk the blocks near my apartment. Listening to cars swishing by, moving from sound signals in the foreground, the revving of an engine, to keynotes in the way back and then gone. Music plays from inside a car, and then disappears. Subtle rumbling of the BQE in the distance at times, and at others a more visceral rumble, when trucks thump above my head as I go under the underpass. I almost want to plug my ears. The BQE brings sounds within sounds: the sound of the trucks engine, the tire on the pavement, the echo in the parking lot under the BQE, the sound of all components that create the underpass vibrating. Further, along, away from the BQE, more toward the markets on Nassau, snippets of conversations go by; cell phone conversations, greetings, stern words to a child, music playing from someones earbuds. A baby cries in the distance. Underneath all this, a humming of a neon sign, the clicking of the traffic lights. The constant sound of my jacket swishing as I walk and my shoes hitting the pavement. An ambulance in the distance. It feels quieter on certain residential streets, but it's not actually quiet, there is the distant sound of cars and then from down the street the sound of a car door slam. As I walked along I noticed so many new sounds all the time, moving in and out of ear range, sounds in constant flux.