Long week. I'm about to pass out early, but for today's challenge, I tried to capture the wind in this shot, picking up my hair as I took a work-break stroll. It's an interesting thing, photographing the wind--you have to capture things in motion to convey the idea of an invisible force. This gusty day reminds me of Winnie the Pooh author A. A. Milne's poem, "Wind on the Hill," which also speaks to tracking this unseeable force that nevertheless leaves a visible trail in its wake.
Wind on the Hill
BY A. A. MILNE
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It’s flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn’t keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes . . .
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
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