Tuesday, May 11, 2010
A Tale of Two Chimes
Narrated by Someone Who Likes Pretending That They Are David Attenborough
"Here we have two wind chimes: one made of wood and one made of steel. One crafted from the wild strands of bamboo growing in a muddy pool; the other made in a hellish furnace, from the sweat of Man's Noble Brow.
They hang, on these hooks, awaiting a gust of wind to animate them. The sun is high in the sky. We sit. And watch."
"Some of us get a little bored, so we do silly things with the camera, like taking pictures upside down. It passes the time.
The noble time."
"And then, the moment we have been waiting for (all 400 crew members, camera people, set designers, caterers, etc etc etc).
The bee arrives.
She chooses the wild crafted pipes of bamboo, echoing softly in the gentle afternoon breezes. Is it purely random, or is she hoping for music to lull her babes to sleep? Will we ever know?"
(at this point David turns to the camera and looks ever so earnestly into its lens)
"And there you have it, Nature's Worker, going about her way in life, quietly, softly, without fuss or fanfare. Quite amazing, really, when you think of how our own species brings it own offspring into existence."