Wind Day, Part One; Anchorage, 2017
The forecast - for 45-50 mph winds, and gusts to 85 - seemed improbable as of 6:00 AM, after a pretty calm night. But then at first light the familiar noise of airborne freight trains began to howl over the house and the birch trees began to whip manically back and forth. The gusts were strong, but never approached 85 here. The pink glow of early day and dramatic clouds over the mountains encouraged a drive along the Arm to see what was happening on the Inlet. Here's what was happening.
The birches and clouds are pink in early light.
Winds at Beluga Point whip at Inlet waters, lifting spray off whitecaps.
Wind from Portage rips the tops off waves.
Slow shutter speeds emphasize wave forms and energy flow.
The low sun renders the clouds incandescent.
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After a lifetime of mainly expressing myself with words, my postings here will mainly rely on images. They will speak for themselves to some extent, but I'll usually add a few comments of explanation. I've taken photographs for decades, since the 1950's, inspired in part by my father's photographic skill. Four years of photo assignments and quality darkroom time eventually gave way to decades of casual and family picture-taking. I re-immersed myself when I left film and turned to digital.