I made my first wind recordings in the autumn of 1997. After listening to the results in the studio, I realized I had failed. Capturing the sounds of the wind proved to be quite a challenge. The critical question was how to reproduce the most sensitive nuances of the wind on record. I concluded that the most crucial aspects were the choice of the microphone and the weather conditions at the recording site. This is a collection of my best wind recordings, selected from material I have gathered over the years (more than 200 hours).
Producer / Recording engineer
Track descriptions and background species
01. SONGS OF COMMON REEDS. October 2001. The water is lined with yellow-green reed beds. Birch trees at the water´s edge have already shed their leaves. The drooping reeds are rustling in the faint south-western breeze. Ripples from the lake disappear lapping into the reed bed. The autumn day is calm and serene.
02. CONIFEROUS FOREST IN MAY. May 2004. The forest is waking up into the morning, smelling fresh after the rainfall during the night. A warm breeze from the south is driving clouds over the sky in the glimmer of the dawn. As the light increases, the spring song of the birds of the coniferous forest reaches its peak. The trunks of pine trees, swaying in the wind, are gilded by the first rays of sunrise. The birds sing away against the whispering wind in the treetops. Song Thrush, European Robin, Yellowhammer.
03. QUIET SIGHS OF THE FOREST. November 2003. One of the short days of early winter in the North is starting to turn into evening. As the darkness descends, the serrate spruce forest is outlined against the western sky. A slow south-western wind sighs in the dark of the trees. The weather is getting colder and instead of sleety rain, it is now snowing. The flakes are rustling quietly while falling in the brushwood. Spruce branches and the mattress of moss in an opening amid the trees already carry a thin shroud of snow.
04. FINCH AND SPRINGWIND. April 2002. The spring sun has already melted much of the snow on a woody slope. Birch buds are swelling. There is a touch of red in spruce trees and a scent of conifer in the air. At the foot of the slope there is a lake, still predominantly frozen but with a wide strip of open water by the shore. A migrating flock of gulls has stopped to rest and forage on the lake. The Finch sings its song while a warm southern wind plays in the treetops. In a shadowed spot under a spruce tree, water is dripping down from the edge of a snowbank. The rays of the setting sun dance and glimmer on the drops. Black-headed Gull, Common Gull, Siskin, Redwing, Herring Gull, Hooded Crow.
05. EUROPEAN ASPEN IN JULY. July 2002. An old majestic aspen stands in the middle of a shadowy spruce forest. The mighty old tree stretches its top branches above the surrounding forest. Sturdy boughs spread wide in all directions overshadowing the neighbouring spruces. A warm wavy midsummer breeze is sighing in the rich leaves of the aspen. In its trunk, where the first branches spread out, a woodpecker has carved a nest hole. A titmouse family of the forest is moving through the branches in search of food.
06. AUTUMN. September 2002. In the dark water, a growth of pondweed follows the edge of the reed bed. The reeds arch over the water, drooping under the weight of autumn rain. The dark foggy day is slipping into evening. A drop of water is waiting at the tip of an arching reed. A quiet wind, unsure of its direction, is playing in the grass by the shore. Further out by the reed bed on the opposite side of the lake, a young swan, still quite grey, is calling out to its parents. The wings of ducks are whistling in the air, as the birds migrate south from their remote nesting grounds in the Arctic.
07. SHORE GROVE. August 2004. The trees and bushes in the grove are clothed in their rich midsummer green. The branches of a weeping birch arch over the water. A rude growth of water horsetail sticks out of the shallow water. The wind is blowing from the direction of the forest, leaving the shore water calm. Birch branches are rowing in the wind, swaying from side to side. Further off the shore, the breeze catches up with the surface, creating ripples that glimmer in the sun. In the heat of the afternoon, bird chicks seek shelter in the cool of the grove.
08. NORTHERN MARCH. March 2001. A blizzard brought by a northern wind during the night has left snowdrifts in hollows, heaping them up by the fences. By dawn, the snow flurry is already over but the wind is still strong enough to whirl it up. The light bursting through a crack in the clouds covers the snow with diamonds. The forest is already free from its burden of snow. The birds are announcing the spring with their tiny voices. Common Bullfinch, Great Tit, Greenfinch, Yellowhammer.
09. THUNDERSTORM IN LAPLAND. May 2004. On the northern horizon, the snow-capped mountains shine against the blue sky. The terrain between the northern mountains, forest-covered hills and wide aapa mires is already free from snow. A flash of lightning is projected against the thunder front approaching from the south. The song birds in the area have fallen silent. A low rumble of thunder cuts through the air, shaking the vault of heaven and echoing against the mountain slopes. The first raindrops fall rustling in the brushwood. The gathering wind whispers in the spruce branches. Greenfinch, Great Spotted Woodpecker, Whimbrel.
Translated by Kirsi Komonen and Ewen Macdonald 2004