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An antique store in Bothell that is no longer around.
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Sony Cyber-shot DSC-RX100M3 (Carl Zeiss Vario-Sonnar T* 24-70mm f/1.8-2.8).
A decorative pinwheel spins itself into a psychedelic blur, propelled by another blast of arctic wind that sweeps over the village cemetery. The winter was running at or above average up until Christmas. That's when the party officially ended and cold air finally settled in. Funny thing is it feels as if it's been like this for a month already. I'm getting conditioned to the cold and find it mostly tolerable if you layer up the clothing and actually spend some time outdoors. If your outdoor exposure is limited to running back and forth from warm car to warm house, you'll just be miserable. I love exploring out in all sorts of weather extremes. However I won't miss this arctic cold.
Storm Eunice,high tide, winds around 60-70mph
Taken before sunrise.
It is a commonly held belief that the tide neven comes in at W-S-M, here's the proof that it does.
I have been reunited with my Volvo, having lent it to a friend of mine. This allowed me to (finally) take this picture of all of my wind turbine transport vehicles.
"Wind Dancer" a sculpture by Wade (Buddy) Tatum in Cole Park, Corpus Christi, Texas.
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Already finished shooting, I went from the river to the road ... I saw dozens of bumblebees in large flowers. A strong wind was blowing, so it was quite difficult to catch several individuals when it was cloudy ...
I am a slow learner. Just realized that when the winds in my face I get great tail shots, Have a fun day everyone.
Sunshine today, out the wind a beautiful day, the sharp north easterly just taking the edge off it.
Scrabster Harbour, Caithness, Scotland.
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (Dream away)
In the wind of change...
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Shifting through some old files, passing the time while it rains cats and dogs outside...
Wind point has always been one of my favorite places to catch a sunrise. When I spotted the remains of this tree down the shoreline I knew I had to work it into a composition.
The water curved by the wind strongly hits a sculpture in a fountain in Madrid, Spain.
El agua curvada por el viento golpea con fuerza una escultura en la fuente de la Plaza de Atocha, Madrid.
1/30, F/5.6, ISO 100 +-200mm tele
Good morning everyone. Just a single pic of a wind blown male Red-bellied Woodpecker (Melanerpes carolinus). Just my way to convey the horrendous winds we had yesterday. The day this bird was photographed back in December was mild in comparison to the wind we experienced yesterday.
By late morning the wind was consistently up around 35 mph and only got worse in the afternoon at around 40 - 50 mph with gusts close to 60. It didn't subside until late at night, but by that time the electrical power had been out for hours.
Worst wind event I can remember experiencing living here, which has been for 20 + years now. And on a clear day to boot...no storms. Needless to say we have quite a mess to deal with as far as fallen branches & tree limbs so I'll be mostly absent here on flickr today. It's one of the negatives with having a large yard with numerous mature trees.
Truth be known, I'm dreading when the sun comes up and we get to see just how big of a mess we have to contend with :-(
But as hubbie always says...be thankful, things could have been worse. Which is true.
Thank you for stopping by...and I hope you're having a much better weekend.
Lacey
ISO800, aperture f/5.6, exposure .003 seconds (1/400) focal length 420mm
“I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor”
March in Western Pennsylvania - the sun tries to break through the gathering storm clouds and the willow dances in the wind.