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50 knots wind on the Fano coast.
This road was officially closed to traffic because of the storm.
The "flakes" are not snow but sea foam.
Marche, Italy
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photo shot by my lovely wife, Karen down on Huntington beach. She is signed up for her first Photography class next month!
Hello, the trees wave,
The leaves whispering and laughing,
Full of mirth they sing,
“The storms are coming to play,”
Softly they lead the clouds along,
The giggle growing stronger,
Swirling, twirling, guiding the storms,
Oh watch the Wind Dancers play.
Outfit number two, that will be released on my etsy. Amelia got to model it.
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Winter winds they do blow cold,
The time of year, it is chosen.
Now the frost and fire,
And now the sea is frozen.
Sandy Denny - Winter Winds
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Bronica ETRSi - Zenzanon MC 50mm f/2.8 - Kodak Portra 400
Epson V600
The Punta de Lima wind farm on the east coast of Puerto Rico remains still - with damage to the wind turbines clearly visible. Some blades were broken off, others stripped of their leading edges.
Humacao, PR
The wind blew all my wedding-day,
And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind;
And a stable door was banging, again and again,
That he must go and shut it, leaving me
Stupid in candlelight, hearing rain,
Seeing my face in the twisted candlestick,
Yet seeing nothing. When he came back
He said the horses were restless, and I was sad
That any man or beast that night should lack
The happiness I had.
Now in the day
All's ravelled under the sun by the wind's blowing.
He has gone to look at the floods, and I
Carry a chipped pail to the chicken-run,
Set it down, and stare. All is the wind
Hunting through clouds and forests, thrashing
My apron and the hanging cloths on the line.
Can it be borne, this bodying-forth by wind
Of joy my actions turn on, like a thread
Carrying beads? Shall I be let to sleep
Now this perpetual morning shares my bed?
Can even death dry up
These new delighted lakes, conclude
Our kneeling as cattle by all-generous waters?
This was taken from a moving car, on the motorway on the way home from wales. You can see the wind turbines in the distance.
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High winds blow snow across the sand, and wave the marram grass of Tiscornia Park.
St. Joseph, Michigan
Judith Gap Wind Farm, MT 2009; Wind turbines and agriculture successfully working together to grow grain on the ground and generate power in the air - all on the same piece of property!
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The Punta de Lima wind farm on the east coast of Puerto Rico remains still - with damage to the wind turbines clearly visible. Some blades were broken off, others stripped of their leading edges.
Humacao, PR
My beautiful Ornamental Grass, blowing in the very "brisk" winds of Irene........
Hold onto your hats !!!! :-)
Have a great day...
Sunrise over the Montezuma Hills Wind Resource Area near Rio Vista, CA.
This is a portion of a much larger 6-frame pano, 3-exposure HDR (total of 18 images combined). The lens is the DFA 55mm/2.8 on the 645D. HDR processing by Nik HDR Efex and stitched using Photoshop.
Here is a wider version: mikeoria.zenfolio.com/img/s6/v134/p571992394-6.jpg
Thanks for looking.
The first day of spring is here and the maple trees are blooming.
Though spring is right on time, I could not resist this part of Henry Van Dyke's poem, Late Spring.
Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days,
Why the sweet Spring delays,
And where she hides, -- the dear desire
Of every heart that longs
For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire
Of maple-buds along the misty hills,
And that immortal call which fills
The waiting wood with songs?
In the Lanschaftspark Duisburg which is a former steel factory which can now be visted. Looks much better On Black