Wind won the day
I woke to the sound of the wind. Dry roads were tempting me to roll out on my bike, but the winds convinced me that walking was a better activity for today. Blowing, gusting, the wind speed when I headed out was between 25 and 28 miles per hour, with gusts to 47 miles per hour.
Today was a day to dream of a road that starts and ends at my front door where the wind is always at my back. I suppose that if the wind was really howling in a circle that I'd be in the middle of a tornado - so my dream of a tailwind day is just that, a dream.
Walking...
There are still some late-season blooms gracing gardens, hovering above the background of fallen leaves. |
Amazingly some flowers that have gone to seed are still sporting their seedy look. It surprises me that the strong wind hasn't stripped the fluffy remains of the flower. |
Many trees have totally bare branches, but patches of color still remain. |
Some of the brighter leaves residing on the ground jumped up and grabbed my camera's eye. |
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