Dance With The Wind

mirissa d. price

Listen, wind makes a photo look better.  It just does.


Sure, until I can change the weather, I won’t have a windless comparison photo to offer.  But, in my mind, there would be no comparison worth making.  The wind wins out.  Every time.

How do I know?

Because it’s nature.  And I don’t know about you, but I’m going to opt out of a fight with nature.

You see, there was a time when the wind caused me more pain than you could imagine.  Picture your leg being stabbed by burning knives on fire (the redundancy intended).  Now imagine those knives coming at you at, say, 20 miles per hour.  It really isn’t all that pleasant.  And actually, it led me to fear the wind.

Yes.  You heard that right: I was afraid of the wind. 

When it came my direction, I would cringe with terror.  When it touched my…

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