Wind Music

My dear, sweet old dog is feeling wonderfully perky lately. He is glad of the fall, the reduced humidity, and cooler air. Today the wind was wildly present on East Beach. No one else was up for the whipping of hair, fur, and clothing. No one else was braving the stinging sand and the dance of the elements. But Music was brave and joyous, facing the wild advance of wind and water, holding his own on his seventeen-year-old arthritic legs, sending me smiles of thanks for stopping instead of just driving by. 

I had brought out my old Olympus and enjoyed its greater heft and the tilting screen. I include an extra of the wind driven water.