Wind. Continued

California Wind.

Against the Wind

California Dreamin

I also attempted a third ‘wind’ from a photo taken in California of my mother walking against the wind. The painting is lacking in dynamics and does not capture the figure nor wind very well. The large barn and rolling California hills make a nice landscape. The small figure struggled in a fierce wind as we made our way back to our car. To know my mother is to know music. I heard many songs among the hills that day - blowing in the wind.

Against the wind

I'm still runnin' against the wind

I'm older now but still runnin' against the wind

Ode to the West Wind (part of)

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?


A Wind on a Hill

by AA 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.


Watercolor painting visiting Danny’s barn in Tres Pinos, California with mom:

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