A Fair Breeze

The stiff wind blowing in our faces as we paddled back from South of Van Damme is not an uncommon feature of kayaking that location, but we'd been really lucky for the past handful of trips and hadn't had to work so hard at the end of the trip.

If you look closely at the photo, you'll notice water drops on the lens, but if you look at the water, the waves themselves, you can see how the wind is whipping the tops off of even these small waves.

A good workout.

Berkeley Workout

Arthur's Seat--And The View

Summer 2016

Arthur's Seat and Such

Edinburgh--on a blustery day.

Berkeley Kayaking (Waterspots Included)

Windy, choppy day; good workout.

Kayaking: Brooks Island

Windy

Pound's "Villonaud For This Yule"

VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE

Towards the Noel that morte saison
(Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!) 
Then when the grey wolves everychone
Drink of the winds their chill small-beer
And lap o' the snows food's gueredon
Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer
 (Skoal! with the dregs if the clear be gone!)
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Ask ye what ghost I dream upon?
(What of the magians' scented gear?) 
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun
And slay the memories that me cheer
(Such as I drink to mine fashion)
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Where are the joys my heart had won?
(Saturn and Mars to Zeus drawn near!) 
Where are the lips mine lay upon,
Aye! where are the glances feat and clear
That bade my heart his valor don?
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere
(Who knows whose was that paragon?)
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

Prince: ask me not what I have done
Nor what God hath that can me cheer
But ye ask first where the winds are gone
Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.

--Ezra Pound

Blow, West Wind, Blow

A bit of blarney for the season.