Beech leaves blown onto a fence by a south westerly gale. At 1,600 feet/490m on Brown Clee Hill in Shropshire.

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Four Strong Winds

Neil Young

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All those things that don't change, come what may

But our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for moving on

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

If I get there before the snow flies

And if things are goin' good

You could meet me if I sent you down the fare

But by then it would be winter

There ain't too much for you to do

And those winds sure can blow cold way out there

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All those things that don't change, come what may

But our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for moving on

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

Went over to one of my favourite spots this morning, Waverton, which has an awesome lookout over the city.

Four girls turned up for a sunrise picnic, and after asking their permission, I included them in my shot.

Hope you like “Four Strong Winds”

Cheers, Mike

Wind Turbines Palm Springs, California. San Gorgonio Pass

Ovenden Wind Farm

Sail boarder on Tamales Bay in Marin County, California.

Components for the wind farm in the Moray Firth, Scotland arriving on the Tyne.

This is another shot I captured, at Weereewaa lookout, over looking lake George.

Afternoon gusts

I don't like winter wind.

It is too chilly.

Dry out everything.

I remember that cried on the day that blows cold wind in childhood.

Winter wind is not good for me.

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AF-S DX Zoom-Nikkor 18-55mm / f3.5-5.6G VR with Nikon D5100

Location: Utsukushigahara Highlands

A really, really windy and cold, 5° sunrise.

Wind River Range, Wyoming. I think this was taken somewhere near Seneca Lake.

June/July 2017

Hasselblad 500c/m, 80mm, Ilford FP4+, Rodinal

We are blown by the wind

Just like clouds in the sky

We don't know where we're going,

Don't know why

We just ride with the wind

And we'll drive through the rain

We don't where we'll get to

Or if we'll get back again

~ Alan Parsons

Southern most hill in the Howgills, Winder is only 473 metres (1552 ft) high, but it towers over the town of Sedbergh and makes a great view point.

Winter Wind Farm

This is one of the wind farms north of Moffat on the road to Edinburgh, another from that Saturday:)

I love the way the fresh snow is clinging to the trees but also the way that the trees almost mimic the wind turbines behind on the hillside.

Near Moffat, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland

Sony A7Rii

Sony FE24-70mm f2.8

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Loretto Chapel, Santa Fe.

Tree at Beachy Head.

Reeuwijk Holland

A dusting of snow on the mountains and windmills and power lines in the foreground, near Palm Springs, California. HTT

Kasuisai temple, wind chimes festival

可睡斎・風鈴まつり

I want to enjoy summer, but the hot days continue.

夏を楽しみたいけれど、暑い日が続きますね。

Fukuroi city, Shizuoka pref, Japan

Grass bows to the wind

And returns for the next gust,

As clouds drift homeward.

Palo Alto CA

Alameda, CA

The transient beauty of the coast is intricately intertwined with the captivating patterns that emerge in the sand, crafted by the relentless forces of wind and wave. These natural sculptors shape the shoreline, leaving behind ephemeral masterpieces.

As the tides ebb and flow, they orchestrate a delicate dance with the sand. With each advancing wave, the water gently caresses the shore, carrying particles of sand along its journey. As the wave recedes, it relinquishes its cargo, depositing the grains in a meticulous arrangement. This cyclical process, repeated countless times, creates intricate patterns that stretch along the coastline.

The patterns left behind by the retreating tide mimic the ebb and flow of life itself. Swirling ripples, reminiscent of a miniature desert landscape, emerge as the water recedes, their graceful curves and undulating lines transforming the beach into a living work of art. The patterns are at once orderly and chaotic, with intricate geometrical formations intermingling with whimsical curves and asymmetrical shapes.

The wind, a silent artist in its own right, adds its touch to the sculpting process. As it sweeps across the coast, it whispers secrets to the sand, coaxing it to dance in its invisible embrace. The wind's gentle touch lifts fine particles from the beach, carrying them aloft in an intricate ballet. It sculpts the sand into delicate ripples, resembling the soft undulations of fabric.

The interplay between the wind and the tide results in an ever-changing landscape. The patterns shift and evolve, shaped by the combined forces of these elemental sculptors. Ripples become miniature mountains, rising and falling in a transient topography that mirrors the larger contours of the surrounding coast. Each gust of wind and every advancing or receding wave leaves its mark, etching new patterns and erasing old ones, in an eternal cycle of creation and destruction.

These ephemeral patterns serve as a reminder of the impermanence of existence and the transient nature of beauty, as each passing moment alters the landscape, erasing what once was and creating something new. The sands become a canvas for the symphony of time, a tangible reflection of the ever-changing nature of our lives.

The beauty of these fleeting patterns lies not only in their visual allure but also in the emotions they evoke. They inspire a sense of wonder and awe, inviting us to pause and appreciate the intricate designs that nature creates with such effortless grace. The patterns speak of the interconnectedness of all things, the harmonious interplay between the elements, and the constant flux that defines our existence.

In these patterns of nature, we find a profound lesson: that life, like the shifting sands, is ever-changing, and that true beauty lies not in permanence but in the appreciation of the fleeting moments that grace our journey.

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When in the heights of majestic Himalayas, the weather changes very quickly. A shot when winds started playing and temperature started dropping rapidly.

Aberdeen Wind Farm

Wind up for the bell alarm on a vintage clock.

Macro Monday Theme Back in the Day when the last thing

you would do before crawling into bed was set the alarm and wind it up.

House with wind turbine

in bonsai

there is a shaping wind in the hand

it flows from thoughts a vision

it flows for a lifetime

yet the bonsai is never complete...

when that lifetime ends

the bonsai may pass to another hand

perhaps the thoughts the vision

merge with that hand

perhaps they diverge

perhaps this continues

for several lifetimes

yet the bonsai is never complete...

it is complete only when

every molecule of the bonsai

has returned pollenlike to the ether...

eventually

a single molecule may reappear

it may reappear in a vision

it may reappear in a hand

it may reappear in a wind

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With all this wind and rain we have been having here on the South coast of the U.K. I thought a long exposure of 25s would work.

ISO 200

25S

F.11