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were blowing from the Velebit after the passing of a rain front - I could barely stand on my feet. View over the plains of Zadar County, Croatia.
It's called Wind Ridge for a reason. It was howling up here and difficult to remain standing upright. That's Pigeon Mountain on the left and the diagonal trail is Skogan Pass.
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ICM in the garden. The dahlias are still out but blowing about in the wind. I wanted to give an artistic impression of that.
The view from Dream Lake looking up Tyndall Creek to the jagged edge of Flattop Mountain (r) and Hallett Peak (l) on a beautiful winter's day. Wind is the norm in the Front Range in the winter. The high winds create sculpted snow lines called sastrugi which form parallel to the predominant wind direction. Moment’s Notice and I were christening our new snowshoes on this walk, happy as much for the crampons on the bottom as the effective spread of our weight on the snow.
A beautiful day for a walk. Went into town and walked along the River Clyde and came across this cherry blossom blowing in the wind.
Heute musste ein Spaziergang sein,damit die Gans und der fette Braten nicht auf dumme Gedanken kommt und an mir hängen bleibt!
2022.08.20
Rotterdam
AIS Name WIND OSPREY
Typ Errichterschiff
Flagge Denmark
IMO 9621704
MMSI 219029785
Rufzeichen OZPA5
Baujahr 2012
Länge 160 m
Breite 49 m
Tiefgang 5.6 m / 0.1 m / 11.7 m Avg/Min/Max
Geschwindigkeit 7.7 kn / 14.0 kn Avg/Max
Eigengewicht 13174 to.
Bruttotonnage 24586
AIS-Klasse -
Eu disse que ia ter spam de fotos da Leslee. É que eu gostei tanto das fotos que fiz dela que não sei escolher. Ela não tá um amor nessa?! Amei o jeito que o vento balançou o cabelinho dela! ♥
Winds of Change...Featuring Designer Circle with Urban Cherry
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FB:
Nonethless, as a voiceless wind-up bird unable to wind the world's spring, I decided to go flying through the summer sky - which turned out to be fairly easy. Once you were up, all you had to do was flap your wings at the right angle to adjust direction and altitude. My body mastered the art in a moment and sent me flying effortlessly wherever I wanted to go. I looked at the world from the wind-up bird's vantage point. Whenever i had had enough flying, I would land on a branch and peer through the green leaves at rooftops and roads. I watched people moving over the ground, carrying on the functions of life. Unfortunately, though, I could not see my own body. This was because I had never once seen the wind-up bird and had no idea what it looked like.
For a long time - how long could it have been? - I remained the wind-up bird. But being the wind-up bird never got me anywhere. The flying part was fun, of course, but I couldn't go on having fun for ever. There was something I had to accomplish down here in the darkness at the bottom of the well. I stopped being the wind-up bird and returned to being myself.
(Haruki Murakami - excerpt from The Wind-up Bird Chronicle)