Evening pool aerator/ lawn mowing/ bugs ambience. This recording plays in three acts, the first bit is all mowing, then mostly pool aerator and birds, then a curtain of night insects descend.The kids are back in school, and our local department store has already put up Jack-o’-lanterns. Summer is over — dead. I found eggnog at the grocery store. The bugs you hear are just one frost from calling it an existence. It’s time to recapture the sounds of late summer (to maybe revisit during hollow, depressing February).I can say it was exactly a year ago if it’s been 364 days, right? What’s one day between friends? I’m sure Neil deGrasse Tyson would be like, “Well, wait a minute…” But he’s not a friend. I don’t even know him.So — exactly, precisely, literally one year ago — I published the first A Dying Summer’s Suburban Slumber, an audio portrait of late summer bugs and hums in a Northern Virginia backyard (complete with manmade sounds like cars and the low buzz of an Applebee’s sign in the distance).One year ago today (in the strictest possible sense), we bring you the sequel — this time from the Buckeye State, land of Cornhenge, the Wright brothers, and Bone Thugs-n-Harmony. #OhioSpecial thanks to the folks who let us record from their backyard — and to regular contributor Dr. April for capturing the sounds.

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