The sound I am wondering about is no-sound, the lack of clatter — silence, soft and ubiquitous.

Could a photographic image somehow acquire that meaning?

At least in my mind this one comes close.

On a Las Vegas late afternoon many people shelter in their hotel rooms, having entered a video-trance or maybe gone down for a  nap.

The town seems at its calmest — many of its people restful after keeping alert, active, talkative during most of the previous night.

The airplane has already climbed too high for its familiar roar to be heard.

We sense the nothingness — the absence of screaming jet engines.

A gentle light covers the scene; it warms even the geometric coolness of our statuesque buildings.

Warm light suggests (among other things): tranquility and lazy enjoyment hearkening back to infancy,

As in falling asleep in a mother’s arms among the quiet pulsations of her heart.