BLOWIN' IN THE WIND

 


Hanging onto the hat, but the scarf is getting away.  Hopefully those aren’t his important papers flying off?

Is he also about to lose a scarf or is that a tie?

Hangin' on because you don’t want to lose a nice flat cap!


Windy day at the Royal Ascot Races.

I have no idea where this plateau is, but it looks like these folks are having one heckava time with the wind!

As was I the day we visited Stonehenge.  It was a wet, blustery, miserable time to be seeing this historical wonder, but at least we were there to see it in person regardless of Ma Nature’s fickle weather.

A few years earlier on a tour in Scotland, we stopped to admire the Cuillin Mountains.  The wind was blowing like crazy.  My husband’s slouch hat stayed put only because he had it anchored under his chin.

On the same Scotland tour we visited the Ring of Brodgar on Orkney where, again, the wind was trying to blow us away.  I was hanging onto that stone statue for dear life.  Well, not quite, but it felt safer having something solid at my back.  No wonder the people who lived there 5000 years ago built their homes partially underground! 

Positano, Salerno, Italy and eldest daughter hanging onto a railing to stay her ground for a photo in the wind.

This pretty gal is likely a model posing in an artificially produced wind for a fashion shoot (I love this dress!), but it reminds me of someone else with the same trouble in a real wind . . .

In this photo my dress is not “Blowin’ in the Wind”.  I was singing “Many a New Day” from “Oklahoma” in my high school’s Junior Varieties show.  But a couple of years earlier our family was camping at Lake Tahoe and decided (well, Mom & Dad decided) to drive over to Reno for dinner one evening.

I was wearing this full-skirted sundress and as we were walking to the place where we were going to eat the swirling wind was having a field day with my dress!  If I held the front of it down, the back or sides flew up, and vice versa.  The solution was to have my brother and sisters walk behind and to either side of me holding the back and sides of my dress down while I held the front.  We were all laughing at the ridiculous scene. I wish Dad had had his camera with him.  I know he would have taken a picture.  Unfortunately, the camera had been left in the car.  But you can imagine, from this picture, what would happen if crosswinds got under the skirt of this dress!

:->

La Nightingail

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