Wind ripped across Chicken Ridge this morning. It carried heavy raindrops that splashed when they hit your face. One gust severed a cluster of purple rhododendron blooms. I brought the cluster inside, tried to prolong its beauty in a water-filled vase, and took Aki out to North Douglas Island to photograph the wind.

You can’t photograph the wind of course, just the evidence of its presence on trees, flowers, ocean water, and one little poodle mix. Aki, often an excellent model, did her best by shaking for the camera every time a gust flapped her ears. But the camera’s high-speed shutter froze leaves, berries and flowers in mid-lean, robbing the wind of drama. I deleted those shots, but kept one of a false lily of covered in debris tossed onto it by the wind.