As I was driving into the headwind this morning roadies were plowing their way through the 40 mph gale. They actually looked like they were enjoying it!
Up on Spring Brook it was a typical high wind day: steady wind, bigtime gusts, then huge gusts that would literally knock me over. I was trying to capture the abundant wildflowers that have burst up in the past week. The dominant color today was purple--carpets of purple.
I shot wide to get the overall coolness of this season's wildflowers but close up the detail is staggering, in that these little guys go about their ephemeral lives with no one around, really, to appreciate their beauty.
Up in this meadow the gusts were incredible. It was cool to see/hear them coming from down there (howling sounds and grass flattening as the gusts approached). I'd turn around and let them slam into me and watch them blow their way up the hill. Sometimes gusts would be coming from two directions, meet and swirl together up the hill.
I appreciated the carpets of blue but also the singular little guys. This one sprouted up on top of a 12" tall very thin stalk. I had to hold it to get the shot.
On my way back I held my arm out the car window with a 45mph tailwind and felt no breeze at all. Bikers were still riding into the wind. One guy was struggling at maybe 3 mph, his lady behind him finally got covered in a gust-driven pile of debris and got nearly blown over as I drove by. Good times!
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