It was a blustery day, to be sure. The wind was sustained and unrelenting. I made a few, likely futile attempts to photograph flowers. They may have turned out or they may not have. I have not dumped a card yet. Just haven’t had the heart to.

There was a very, VERY brief break in the wind about half an hour before sunset. I looked out the window and saw oranges and pinks and purples with only moderate movement in the weeping willow out front of our home. It looked safe enough to try the drone. If not, well, I did buy the extra insurance for it.
The drone didn’t fall or get knocked out of the sky, but I was lucky with my timing. I had barely landed the poor thing when the wind spooled back up and nearly knocked me arse over tea kettle. It was unpleasant and reminded me of the Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day play my mom took me to see at Red Deer College when I was a small child. The play scared the hell out of me and we left halfway through it. What did we walk out into? A raging thunderstorm with the same kind of wind that terrified me during the play. I remember that, and also it taking until the next day for mom to get me sorted since I was around four at the time. Four year olds don’t do adversity well.
Have I mentioned that I don’t like wind? Because I don’t.

Single image captured with a DJI Mini 3 drone that miraculously didn’t crash or get blown into Saskatchewan.