Fog Chaser
Volume II
Meditation 013 | Wingbeat

Meditation 013 | Wingbeat

F-Sharp Major | Vol. II, Issue 1

Thank you for being here for the installment thirteen of this newsletter, and the first issue of Volume II. (See: Volume I)

🎵 This month’s piece is in F-sharp major.1 As we leave another summer behind and emerge into the new but familiar autumn light, I admire the exiting season's final displays of insouciance: apples and pears casually rotting on their branches, rolling in the streets; blackberries left unpicked desiccating on the vine; a quiet settling over the valley. This month's piece serves as a farewell to the sun-laden season we await all year but that leaves with haste, almost unnoticed, as quickly as a wingbeat.

📷 I took this month’s photo on film in the Mt. Hood National Forest in Oregon.2 I was making my way to a glacial lake when I found myself in a dense and shadowy wood, one of my favorite places to be, with the sun peeking through the trees.

I invite you to sit with this song, photo, and poem and make them a small part of your day, whether that’s your morning ritual, afternoon break, or your evening wind-down.

As always, if you feel like it, let me know what you think in the comments. I’d love to hear from you.

Thank you again for being here.

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A Poem

To the Light of September

by W.S. Merwin3

When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not

and for now it seems as though
you are still summer
still the high familiar
endless summer
yet with a glint
of bronze in the chill mornings
and the late yellow petals
of the mullein fluttering
on the stalks that lean
over their broken
shadows across the cracked ground

but they all know
that you have come
the seed heads of the sage
the whispering birds
with nowhere to hide you
to keep you for later

who fly with them

you who are neither
before nor after
you who arrive
with blue plums
that have fallen through the night

perfect in the dew


Listening to

  • body by Gia Margaret (Listen)

    • Reminder: I’m putting all the songs shared in the newsletter into this Spotify playlist



  • Two songs out this month on the wonderful Sonder House label:

Stream 'Alluvial'

Pre-Save 'Resolve'

  • My fall and winter instrumental playlist:

Listen On Spotify

Listen to this Instrumental Playlist

  • All my songs in Volume I, together for the first time:

Listen to Volume I

  • Some personal reflections on one year of Fog Chaser:

Fog Chaser
Celebrating One Year 🎉
One year ago today I released my first song as Fog Chaser, right here through this newsletter. Last month’s post, Meditation 012, marked the end of — 12 new, original instrumental songs and visuals. And in just a couple of weeks, I’ll be sending out the first song of Volume II. I’m so grateful you’ve chosen to be a part of this, and I’m very excited abo…
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Wingbeat in F-sharp major / Recorded in Logic Pro / Written and produced by Fog Chaser


Wingbeat / 35mm film (Fujifilm Superia / ISO 400) / Mt. Hood National Forest, Oregon, USA / Order a print.


“To the Light of September” by W.S. Merwin, Poetry, September 2003

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Volume II
MEDITATIONS / Volume II of the original music shared in the Fog Chaser newsletter (September 2022 - September 2023)