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Ever since childhood I've had a fascination with the weather in general and wind in particular. I'd watch wind driven snow from my window in winter, and feel the warmth of a summer breeze. I loved the tug of a kite string in my hand as the kite floated overhead, bobbing about in the breezes I could. not feel at ground level. I once had a little weather station mounted on the roof. A set of fries fed down to the monitoring panel in my bedroom. Fairly primitive by modern standards, wind speed was translated into flashes of light from a miniature flashlight bulb. The higher the wind, the faster the pulse rate. In high gusts, the light would become nearly continuous. I loved watching this at night and simultaneously correlating the pulses with the wind I was hearing outside my window. Looking back I think part of the fascination was seeing a visible manifestation of the unseen force. All these years later, that fascination runs deep within me. I love watching trees bend and flex in the wind, or when debris gets sucked up in little vortices like a mini tornado. Ir simply feeling the wind on my face, or in extreme cases when it tries to blow me over. I reflected on these thoughts the other day as I made my way through an old cemetery on a blustery day. The normally sedate landscape was transformed by the wind as tress and shrubs came alive, and every single ornament and wind chime came to life. The sensation of sound and movement transformed the place and my senses felt keenly aware. This small commemorative flag for a fallen firefighter caught my eye. Tattered and threadbare, it still flew defiantly in the gusts. It seemed to flap incessantly and I thought any moment it might just tear free from the little wooden pole and be carried off. I shot multiple and repeated angles. Later I found myself yawning my way through the resulting images. Until this frame came into view. Just something about it, blurred but with the inscription still legible. Solid yet simultaneously amorphous; contrasted by the unyielding character of the gravestone in the distance, blending through like a double exposure. I had captured something that I was feeling at the time yet not fully cognizant of. And just like the flashing light in my childhood bedroom, the perfect visual manifestation of my old friend, the wind.
A wind swept hill in Waimea, Hawaii. The grass is greener and thicker than any I've felt, there is always a gentle breeze that keeps the air cool and pushes the clouds along, and the sky is an unreal shade of blue.
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PJ Harvey - The Wind
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I had almost decided not to post this shot because I already had one of the titmouse but I just couldn't resist this bright-eyed little guy. I really like the way the wind has ruffled the tiny feathers on his back and top-knot. So...........I am sending him by on this gray rainy Friday hopefully to deliver some "Cheer" and wish everyone a pleasant weekend.
Many of us, on the Treasure Coast, were very fortunate to be only inconvenienced by Hurricane Irma. Our thoughts are with those in other areas of Florida, other states, and the Caribbean, that suffered much more catastrophic damage.
- www.kevin-palmer.com - Once I crossed the Minnesota state line I watched the shelf cloud sweep past these wind turbines.
Elephant ear, $5.00
Foot long corn dog, $6.00
King sized Mtn Dew (refillable), $3.00
Horking on the Wind Glider, priceless