Friday Photo Shoot Out: Sound

I feel terrible! It's my theme. I had this great theme lined up, really cool, and it just happened to land this week and the entire month I've been too busy to arrange a blindfolded walk about town during daylight hours. No fair! I will post a blind hike for you some other time. Promise!

There are plenty of sounds in my town. Let's go for a more ordinary sort of stroll and check some out.

This is my neighbor's car, parked smack in front of my house. My roses here are nice and quiet. The car, I hear it coming and going, and doors slamming, and the trunk slamming, and people talking endlessly in the night. Something about my house being so poorly insulated, the noise goes right around the loosely-fitting front door, down the wood hallway, and into my bedroom. The back bedroom.

Walk down the block to the center of Aubière, and you cross this stream, the Artière.
It's a little guy, but very musical. I always appreciate the little touch of nature in its burbling course through our town.
Sundays Aubière is closed off for market morning.
There are always crowds of people, talking, shouting out orders and prices, kids running around and parents yelling at them.
It's a lively thing, even in dreary weather.
More of the market in front of the church, which tolls the hour (twice, in case you miscount the first time), and gives one chime for quarter and half hours.
I like the sound of the bus pulling up to the stop to take me to work. Lots of the buses have noisy brakes and you can hear them blocks away, above the traffic if you know what to listen for.

Once at work, these guys are a good source of noise.
They'll beep at you if you try to enter incorrect directions, but most of the noise is the fans cooling off their motors.
That's one reason why they're sequestered here in a teeny room on their own.

That's nothing compared to the noise of the construction zone outside.
This is the view from the bridge between my building (left) and the main one.
Pounding.
Sawing through concrete they just poured last week.
Knocking.
Yelling.

The crane turning around.

Hammering.

Motors.
Banging.

Unidentified noises of all sorts.

Coffee time is good for some noise.
I won't say who here makes the most. You know who you are.

And our tram.
I like the little bell it has for crossing streets.

Brrring! Brrring! like an old-fashioned bicycle bell.
It has a serious horn, too, for when it feels threatened.

So there you are.
How about your town?
Link to other shootouts here.
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