Riley Park

No poetry today. Perhaps the sounds of my girls is poetry enough. In lieu of poetry, though, a comment: this is my 100th post on what began as a gift to an audiophile friend when our daughters were born. Ale had challenged me to use my microphone to listen deeply to the world; eight years and many changes in technology later (I’ve transitioned through an old minidisc recorder through Marantz clunker to my current solution for usually having my hands full — my smart phone), curiaudio remains my creative extravagance and my constant reminder to stop and listen.