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This wind shaped tree protects an old house from the Atlantic winds on the Channel Island of Alderney.
I took this a little while ago, and it is an Orton effect image
Wind Point Lighthouse 4725 Lighthouse Dr, Racine, WI 53402
Wind Point Lighthouse is a lighthouse located at the north end of Racine Harbor in the U.S. state of Wisconsin. It is in the village of Wind Point, Wisconsin, on Lighthouse Road, next to the Shoop Park golf course. The lighthouse stands 108 feet tall. Wikipedia
Wind River Indian Reservation, captured while collecting dropped mule deer collars.
Photo: Dana Shellhorn/USFWS
Wind Walkers exhibition featuring Theo Jansen’s Strandbeests at the ArtScience Museum, Marina Bay Sands.
One of the wind turbines that can be seen from the Fairlie Moor in Ayrshire.
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Wind farm at mount Pedroso, Galicia (Spain).
Photo taken with a camera suspended from a kite line. Rokkaku 6.5', Canon A570IS, home made rig.
Wind Turbines being transported to Bradwell in Essex.
The towers are in three sections with the biggest load being 34 metres long and weighing 96,000kgs. The individual blades weigh 43,000 kgs and the total length of the lorry and load is 44 metres.
scavchal5 "wind chimes"
(she was a bit beleaguered, so i cleaned her up a bit )
my friends have 3 sets of wind chimes in their backyard-- a veritable bonanza. but this is the set i chose :) (and i'll bet somebody is nodding their head and saying, "of course")
crow, i am done with june's scavchal :) and, yes, i left the appropriate message on the thread. and am adding alternates
'Wind Power not Wind Bags' rally in Edinburgh on the occasion of Donald Trump's appearance before the Scottish Parliament Energy and Tourism Committee, 25 April 2012.
Image by Friends of the Earth Scotland/Maverick Photo Agency.
We just went through a few days of the strongest winds in state history. Tornadoes touching down, whole trees toppling, people clearing off their patios and anchoring anything they did not want removed by natural force. There were a few times I had to stop walking and brace myself, digging my shoes into the pavement to keep from flying away as I was pushed sideways from the swooping air. These wracking winds made me thankful for a strong foundation of a building to sleep in, for protection against the forces outside that howled throughout the night. But it also made me widely aware of the sheer power it possessed.
Wind. It comes in various forms- gentle, cooling, blustery, hurricane, a whisper. Sometimes it isn’t even present. Or is it, but we just can’t find it? As Nicholas Sparks wrote in A Walk to Remember: “Love is like the wind. You can’t see it but you can feel it.”
God is like that, too. He comes to us in the lightest of breezes, the stirring above us that tosses our hair and kisses our face. He prods us, pulling at our hearts until we, like the trees outside, bow to His calling.
But what of those moments when the air is still, and silence echoes around us? When we can’t decipher what He says or wonder why He shows no movement? We try and create our own wind tunnels, sprinting down the road attempting to generate a man-made pressure that leaves us soon after our steps slow. Then, we are left standing in our starting spot once again, with no wind in our sails. We listen, ears heavy from straining to hear the smallest of whistles. We wait.
And God answers. He makes His move, rushing in with typhoon-like strength that bowls us over quite unexpectedly. His voice swarms around us, swirling leaves and lives, and in His mighty power picks us up and sets us down miles from where we stood. Like Dorothy, our houses are tossed and twirled and land in some bright, bursting world- His kingdom inside our spirit. Reeling from the aftershock, we tentatively step into the new realm, which still rumbles with His presence.
Does this mean we cannot learn to hear Him in the mild moments, in the comforting draft that wraps around us, yet unable to see the wind storm approaching? No. But sometimes, when we feel no air upon us, it is then that God is working in the clouds, preparing a gale forced conversation where He will then reveal the wonders He has in store for us.
Be prepared for a hurricane, though. I experienced one just the other week, where after months of gently stirring my atmosphere, God spoke so prominently to me I could hear nothing except His plan for my life crashing into my heart. Sometimes we are too stubborn to listen and He unleashes a current so magnificent it bends us backwards until His commands are lassoed in our hearts. And we emerge from our storm cellars enlightened, shell shocked from the power displayed within us.