To accompany a previous post, The Sounds and Songs of Moscow, I have compiled a collection of the sounds I heard in Siberia. These sounds portray the peaceful, magical atmosphere found on Lake Baikal, the light solitude of the woods, and the rickety chugging of a train on an old railway. More than that, however, these sounds capture the spirit of the region of Siberia surrounding Baikal; this spirit is breathing, pulsing, full of life and constant movement.
- Ringing the bell at a Datsan (a Buddhist monastery), with Anna Mikhailovna cheering us on
- Icy southeastern shores of Baikal
- Baikal at an empty swimming beach near Barguzin
- Perched above the Angara River at sunset, near a family eating ice cream
- In the woods, birds and quiet
- Rhythmic footsteps on a wooden trail
- Train passing through Tanhoy
You may notice that none of these recordings come from our journey in the steppe region south of Baikal, near Kyakhta and the Mongolian border. I found this land to be dark and lifeless, even while the sun was shining or light flakes of snow melted into my hair on the top of a hill. To me, the sound of the steppe is an uninviting silence.