GR20 - Haute Corse

Bocca San Petru.

Etape 6: De Castel de Vergio au refuge de Manganu.

Wave clouds glow looking from the west, just after the sun set behind the Continental Divide. Clouds further west limited further intensification of the color. Cloud displays like this and associated high winds often mark a change in the weather- as here where we went from a high of 62 F to 12 F two days later

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Wind Racing

Lone wind blown tree on Stanton Moor Derbyshire with moody skys

Wind Turbines on Royd Moor near penistone and Holmfirth

A wind chime in the house where a very famous guy (Jiro Shirasu) who helped to rebuild Japan after the WWW II used to live.

Toa Iriuni and Norik return to protect the marvelous city of Metru-Nui and the Great Spirit. Reforged as Ultimate Warriors and cladded in new powerful armor with new evolved powers

Wind Turbines

wind or sun?

I set up and went to work at the telescope last night, thinking that the wind would die down. This did not happen before I started getting cold and tired, and tired of fighting it. I would like to share one frame to illustrate the difficulties that wind creates.

I think that I can discern three effects of the wind in this single, four-minute unguided frame . 1. The horizontal jiggle is the wind moving the Meade "box kite" during this exposure. 2. The vertical streak seems to be due to a polar alignment error. I have a good history of tight alignments with PoleMaster, so I am thinking that this misalignment is due to the accumulative effect of many jiggles. 3. Losing focus. I had to I had images that with better and worst degrees of focus than this. Focus did keep changing, perhaps as a result of jiggling. This doesn't seem to make sense, because the Moonlite draw tube seems pretty firm.

This image is completely unprocessed. The blue cast is the result of having an Astronomik CLS sky pollution filter in the optical path. The image does, however, hint a the promise of a great image on a better night.

Lesson Learned - There's no point in fighting the wind.

Meade LX850 (12" f/8), Canon EOS 60Da (Tv 240s, ISO 3200)

January 21: The morning after ferocious winds toppled trees in the tree-lined college town of Claremont, Southern California.

The wind around COOKTOWN is allways very strong, This is my effort to show the wind whistling accross the sand flats. Its not easy to photograph flying sand ! My poor suffering camera!!

Oil, 18 x 24 inches

Wind turbines at port of Zeebrugge.

Snapped from the bus, Egypt 埃及

That's me "surfing", and my girlfriend at the shutter button.

- Portugal

Wind?

Wind surfer catching the wind at Outer Harbour.

Hey guys,

A new year has started, and I'm trying to make time to plan a few projects for myself. I'm so glad you liked my last photo series from the airport (based on your warm feedback) and I hope to get back there sometime soon.

Last year, I managed to take a second field trip to the southern part of Barbados, a lovely area called Silver Sands. Around April, the winds are high so it encourages the kite surfers to come out and ride the waves. Unfortunately last year, we were plagued with a seemingly relentless onslaught of Sargassum Seaweed to our shores. So I was feeling a bit limited since I couldn't get the shots I really wanted. Most of the kite surfers had left, but these two stayed for a bit to put on a show for us. So when "life gives you lemons, make lemonade" is my motto.

While the guys were getting the kites inflated, the wind picked up a bit. So it became a struggle to make sure that the kites didn't head out to sea. I loved watching the process. What I noticed at this point was the nice curves formed by the shape of the kites, especially as the wind tugged at them.

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Wind turbines on the way back from Yosemite to San Francisco

Scroby Sands wind farm

Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, England, UK

Late evening shot of the moon above the turbines at the wind far in the outskirts of town. The sunset seemed to catch everything on fire.

Nikaho plateau

Off The Coast At Redcar

6/52 "Equipment" 52 in 2017

I guess you can call this equipment .... it's to pump water from one ditch to another.

This is a wind mill I drive by every day on the way home and I snapped it this morning. It is an HDR of 5 steps (+2,+1,0,-1,-2). I then applied a cooling filter to the sky and warmed the windmill itself to bring out the detail

I know. I know. HDR is considered by some to be a tool of evil (and so is photoshop), but I think if used judiciously, it can provide nice results. I think true HDR work doesn't appear like HDR at first glance, but provides a subtle enhancement to the tone of the photograph.

Two beautiful horses with their tails blowing in the wind. Kansas

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Taken at Wind Wolves Nature Preserve, part of the Wildlands Conservancy. Wind Wolves is at 95,000 acres the largest non-profit on the west coast. It has elevations from 640 to 6500 feet and is home to innumerable species, including many that are endangered. I put it on the map but it's just a general vicinity, not exact location.

Wind Turbines at Saeffelen, Germany, near the Dutch border.

Wind sculpture by David Watkinson at RHS Garden Hyde Hall near Chelmsford, Essex.

Wind turbines at sea.

Wind is captured by the fabric blades which turn the steel axis.

Wind power is the conversion of wind energy into a useful form, such as electricity, using wind turbines. At the end of 2007, worldwide capacity of wind-powered generators was 94.1 gigawatts.Although wind produces about 1% of world-wide electricity use, it accounts for approximately 19% of electricity production in Denmark, 9% in Spain and Portugal, and 6% in Germany and the Republic of Ireland (2007 data). Globally, wind power generation increased more than fivefold between 2000 and 2007.

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The Wind

Y Gwynt

Wind who plies a sky-high trade

And scales peaks where none may tread,

Strange your shouting, sheer of fate:

Featherless flight, fleet of foot

Yet limbless, out of sky’s vault,

Launched to veer and never halt

About the slope, above the scree,

To sweep and fly, to swiftly flee.

No mount you need, no charger,

Bridge or boat to span the river.

Cornerless, you cannot snag

Or drown, founder, fall or flag.

Nest-breaker, none can charge you;

Leaf-churner, fools chase you,

Never held by law or swords,

Flood and rain are weak as words

To you. When oaks are felled

There’s no arrest. You’ll not be held

Or struck by mortal man,

Or fire-burnt. No cunning plan

Can stop or even spy you.

Wall of wind: none defy you.

Cloud-carver, brooder of rain,

Land-leaper, breath of ruin.

God’s blessing or Devil’s curse –

Trees in uproar mark your course –

Dry of humour, tight your grip,

Clouds downtrodden: mighty trip!

You stalk, you slink, lie in wait,

Whirl the snow like winnowed wheat.

Sing me your way, you North Wind,

Come and whisper where you wend.

You revel – when the sea churns –

On the shore and up the chines.

Inspired author, old enchanter,

Chasing leaves at a canter.

Jaunty jester on the deck,

Laughing round the tattered wreck.

The world’s length you leap and fly;

By this hill come whisking nigh.

To Uwch Aeron swiftly go,

Audible to all, and blow

Without pausing or restraint

In spite of Bwa Bach’s complaint.

With jealous, finger-pointing whine

He had me banished – woe be mine –

Alas that Morfudd won my heart

And I’m compelled to dwell apart,

Exiled from my golden girl:

Go to her house, and rave, and whirl.

Beat on the door, demand entry.

Buffet through and wind the sentry.

Bluster on to where she lies

And in her ear exhale my sighs.

As planets in their orbits whirl

Say this to my golden girl:

So long as earth shall bear life

I’ll follow her – as mistress, wife

Or unattained – each tomorrow,

By her faith, in troth to sorrow.

Soar and see: is she not fair?

Swoop and furl her gleaming hair.

Rise and slip my maid a sigh.

Return, treasure of the sky.

Source material: Poem by Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. The beginning of Dafydd’s original is indebted to the riddling poem ‘To the Wind’ from the Book of Taliesin, but he takes the idea much further, linking it to the llatai tradition and metaphorically harnessing the wind as a love-messenger. Bwa Bach is husband to Morfudd, and therefore Dafydd's love-rival. Of all Dafydd’s poems, this perhaps bears testimony to his genius for blending tradition and innovation. The pun in the first line is a mark of my own indebtedness to Dylan Thomas’s ‘Fern Hill’.

Picture: Autumnal wind in Wantage churchyard.

Kahn's anxious about the wind in the trees above

Ion descended and in a quick initial descent dropped over an overhang and out of sight. The rope was tense and from the top we were unsure what was happening. Conor tried pulling up the rope to hook in to it but it remained firm. No sound could be heard over the rushing wind now hitting the ridge and we were very keen to find out what was happening. After a longer time than expected Ion appeared further down the ridge.

Conor hooked in and began the abseil, initially catching his hand on the lip. He jumped out to release the glove and soon also disappeared from sight. Once he was down I removed my backup sling and began the abseil off what I hoped was a solid hex jammed into a crack. Normally the heaviest goes first but in this case I was last. As I neared the edge I could hear Ion and Conor yelling up to me. I couldn't hear them very well but it sounded like I needed to stay to my left. I had no idea why.

I descended fighting the wind and the natural inclination of the rope to pull me rightward. Leaning as far left as I could with my crampons fighting for grip on the rock surface I edged down the face. If I lost grip I was headed for a big whip out and under the overhang and that was something I was keen to avoid. Slowly but surely I made my way down and eventually made contact with snow. Oh relief.

Despite poor visibility a vague snow slope could be seen from this point heading down the south side of the ridge. After some discussion it was decided that this was our best option. From here it was into the white unknown and hopefully, our summit tracks...

Oh almost forgot...obviously I didn't take this shot! This was taken by fellow photographer and mountaineering cowboy Ion Mihaila! Check out his pics on flickr if you get a chance.