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sound
It blows all the time at Heard Island, but now and again it stops. And I remember enjoying one of these spectacular lulls, at Atlas Cove, and right over the other side of Atlas Cove - the Laurens Peninsular - you know - there's lots of wildlife living in the cliffs over there - but just in this absolute silence - hearing this - AND running a little tape recorder like this, and capturing this.
Colin Christansen, M71, C75, D77, H98.
Sydney 2007
'Mostly the valley seems silent,
with only a background hiss of pink noise
to accompany the intrusive sounds
of my body, my footsteps.
No bird or animal noises,
only occasional ice snaps
and explosive retorts
from the splintering glacial face
and the lakes of seepage
frozen from the melt.'
Phil Dadson Antarctica, January 2003
Pump Sounds
The most amazing sound in Antarctica is the sound of silence. On a calm day out on the glacier far from McMurdo I paused and noticed the quiet. No sounds at all. As my brain adjusted to the quiet I began to hear a pulsing, throbbing beat. The sounds of pumps and machinery. My internal pumps. The blood rushing through my carotid artery breaking into turbulence and generating sounds to the beat of my heart.
The Wind
Roaring, continuous roaring like the sound of a distant jet engine. I am looking out the library window on the top floor of the Crary Science Lab during a blizzard and the wind is not only filling the building with sound as it tumbles over the building, it is also vibrating the entire building. I can feel the vibration through my hands as I lean on the window ledge. Outside, the roaring noise is louder, I look up and see that there are 30 different wires doing a wild dance in the wind, shedding vortices which reach my ear as sound. A 30 string wind harp at full volume in 50 mph (75 kph) winds. In a tent the taught fabric snaps and hums. The vibration of the tent fabric comes up through the tent floor, through my foam pads and into my body. I'm listening to the sound of the storm with my whole body. I am intensely interested in the sounds because if my tent is destroyed I am in deep trouble.
Paul Doherty, From McMurdo to the Pole. December 28, 2001
Sounds Like Antarctica:
Deep Listening
© The Exploratorium



