The Whistle and Sextant

Big Ben late at night, a little fog, across the Thames

A big basketball arena after an upset

The sounds of church bells rising up through the Lauterbrunen Valley with a dense fog closing in, eventually obscuring all view except the peak of the Jungfrau across the valley

The percussive urgency of the flock of birds that blew past me on Saturday

The happy peeping of a family of Red Cockaded Woodpeckers foraging together in the morning

Waking up to Howler Monkeys, calling to each other as dawn approaches

Vespers sung as the day ends in York Cathedral

The wonderful word, Daddy