I read about Forgotten Songs on the plane on the way to Sydney, and it wasn’t too far from Sydney Harbour, so we decided to check it out while we were wandering around one day.
It’s kind of hard to find, especially if you are me and are blessed with the combination of being utterly unobservant and also really terrible at directions. I consistently say “left” whenever I mean “right” and if I ever get a divorce, that will likely be the predominant reason.
Forgotten Songs is down a little side alley, over top of a cute little restaurant. I thought the exhibit was beautiful when I saw it, but since I’d only been in Australia a few days, the significance was kind of lost on me. As I spent more time there, and traveled away from the city, I started to notice the very distinctive and interesting bird calls of the native species.
I’m not much of a bird person, although I’m pretty sure I didn’t have a strong opinion either way until I moved to Hawaii, but spending four years dodging pigeons at every turn will put you off the whole species pretty quickly.
But even I had to admit that the bird calls we were hearing in Australia were very unique. There was an especially interesting one that sounds almost exactly like a woman screaming bloody murder, so that was a fun addition to the ambiance while we were sleeping in the car on deserted dirt roads in the middle of nowhere, but I got used to it eventually.
I’m not sure how long the exhibit will be there, but if you’re in Sydney over the next few months, stop in and check it out. You can learn more about the exhibit here.
loveliness. 