Windchimes. I love taking them out of the shed. They bring the promise of warm summer breezes by the pool.

Arias Windchimes

Handmade windchimes. Made from recycled Paiste cymbals and sticks that have been stripped of bark by beavers. Very unique sound.

Cutting the ends of the fishing line after the silverware is all tied on.

Yet another screenshot in my continuing quest to document all the windchimes in the game. Well, some of them.

I'll make a set someday - until then, more here.

Shilpgram, Udaipur, Rajasthan

Blowing in the wind.

Middle River, MD

Title is a misleading title. It was a rainy day, though Aurora does have hair as gold as sushine, and there are no windchimes within 100 feet of this photo. (The windchimes at the Matterhorn are still under refurb.)

There hasn't been anything to take photos of lately. I've got a lot of photo plans, but it's just too cold to get out. Indiana is mostly dead in the winter, until it snows. And when it snows...it's just not worth getting out most of the time!

Needless to say, I'm looking forward to Spring. Better photos. Better weather. Better everything.

In a front garden near Abingdon town centre, Jan 2012

Esta imagen representa el equilibro que debemos tener todos.. Fue tomada en casa de mi mejor amigo mientras estabamos en la piscina..

Our neighbors wind chime

Wind chimes!

Iced up windchime in the late afternoon sun.

Photo Credit: Cynthia A. Lockley

This is a color photo.

In the apple tree.

This is one of my wind chimes against the yellow golds of the maple from which it hangs.

This is Nancy's very patient work. It was a commission that someone will recieve for Christmas!

Just a nifty shot of some windchimes. I took some color saturation away to get the right effect.

he loves them

Only way I will ever get a good flight shot!

Jen's craft for the 5-7 year-olds this week was making Butterfly Windchimes!

Some Geode wind chimes that I got for my mom at Black Market Mineral, MB.

windchimes

I had to straighten this with a pair of pliers and fashion a crude clapper after my co-workers found the bell and smashed it with a hammer or stomped on it. Why, you ask? Probably due to the lack of fine painting to vandalize or sculptures to topple. You've gotta work with what's at hand, right?