Today, after a long weekend on windy roofs, a coffee cart vendor reminded me of the beauty of the wind. After battling gale force gusts on two rooftop sites where anything and everything became airborne, it was nice to have someone speak kindly of the invisible forces. He said it simply, but poetically, "I like the wind. It is beauty."
It reminded me that I spent half a year letting the wind be the directional guidence for my camera as it made the images of light flashing through water in Newfoundland. The wind was given shape as the camera was propelled across the water's surface. Simplicity was beauty, and beauty was all around.
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