Try And Catch the Wind

I play mind games with myself–the adult version of day-dreaming, but more like day-scheming or intentional revisioning to a way unlike the usual. There is extraordinary in the ordinary, if only we could tease it out.

Our senses are so limited. But imagination–and technology–have a cure for that.

More than once, I’ve wondered what it would look like over Goose Creek on a blustery day, if the wind had colors, with different shades and hues that varied by wind speed. I imagine a Van Gogh painting with now-visible loops and eddies and swirls, the pattern of Nature’s fingerprint, technicolor against an April sky.

Gift yourself one minute each: Live Wind Patterns. Live Ocean Current Patterns.

Now: try to see the world again in the same old way. Nope.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Love the picture, Fred. What a peaceful feeling comes over me as I look at it. By the way, how is your tooth today? Hopefully you were able to take care of it and are not in such pain anymore.

  2. That is just the coolest darn wind map I’ve ever seen. Well, to be honest, it’s the only wind map (other than what I see on nightly news) that I’ve viewed. And the perpetual ocean, with its ochre and blues, and the swirling ocean patters–well, it is a Van Gogh! No need to be in southern France to find the mistral or the deep hues of Provence. 🙂