So much stuff gets blown around here that I decided to coin the phrase, "Wind Art."
The other day we were driving through the pasture after feeding and I spied an example. I told Tom to drive over by the fence. When he asked why, I replied, "So I can get a picture of the wind art."
His predictable response was, "What?" But he steered the pickup over where I indicated. I guess he figures that by now, instead of having me explain, he can just read about it.
Here's what I was talking about.
Then a couple days later we were driving into town and I spied a much better example. "Stop, I want to take a picture," I said. Tom didn't ask of what as he stopped in the middle of the road. He just kept saying, "Someone's coming, someone's coming." I quickly snapped a photo and we continued on.
I could have taken hundreds of photos of the stuff blowing around, but how many pictures of trash do people really want to see? So I started looking for other examples of what the wind can do.
Yesterday I drove over to the Paradise Valley, which is north of Yellowstone National Park. On the way down I took a few photos.
On the way home the drifts kept catching my eye. The temperature hit fifty a couple times this past week and the snow is almost melted, but there is still some lining the road.
After I got onto our place, I parked along the driveway and walked down into a small drainage and found some really cool shapes:
But now everything has changed. It's snowing! plus the air is still. I went out and fed the bees and now intend to spend the afternoon inside, keeping the wood stove stoked and watching the snow come down.