Monday, July 28, 2008

The wind whistles a banshee wail, scatters rain spray, and bounds off the glass walls of this six-storeyed building on a hill.

9 comments:

Twilight Fairy said...

u should blog on twitter.com esp since ur updates are as short as the 140 char limit of twitter :). will send u an invite.

austere said...

ay haaay.. half the things I will not write about on a public post , the other half is too humdrum greens and cookin... should begin to fictionalize posts, eh? :)

mago said...

A wind-bloke rustling the skirts of a birch-maid.

PQ said...

High rise in south CA shaken today...Austy I love your pics...kahaan kahaan angle leke kheenchti ho...superb :-)

Proxima Blue said...

I like Mago's interpetation 'cause I like things on the slightly naughty side of nature. :>

We had that weather here today. A bit more wind and I could have pretended to be Marylin Monroe on a city vent.
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austere said...

mago- LOVELY! quite the poet, Herr Historian??

pq- out of frame, ear cut off, etc etc- but flattered all the same, ty.


Proxima- :)) Need to photograph that when it happens. GOOOOOD to hear from you.

mago said...

Noo, much wind, lovely trees around ... no "muse" - best we can have is a promise I guess, the daily realization is - can only say it in German, ern├╝chternd, verschlei├čend, ein unendlicher Mahlstrom, so better dream - and look at birches. :)

AmitL said...

aah...that's a lovely sight and sound combo,anyday.:)

austere said...

mago- luckily women are muse-proof. But yes, dream on. And I shall look upon the asopalavs and raintrrees. :)

Amit: :)