Anna Wiener’s article will make you consider the sounds of the mundane. They are beautiful.

During the spring, as I spoke with Foley artists and watched them at work, I grew increasingly attuned to the various elements of soundscapes around me: the clicking scramble of gravel, the thud of a bag of frozen strawberries, the soft shuffle of a pregnant friend, the syncopated hop of a three-legged bichon frise.