Let's measure wind, an invisible force wherein all estimates of it are inferred from some other source: a waving flag; its brush against your cheek; the patterns of clouds; and the color of water. Sailors here in paradise understand the wind, respecting it as they slide out of the Coronado Yacht Club and across Glorietta Bay.
I snapped this photo of the wind's rippling affect on the sand dunes in the early morning hours on Coronado Beach. I love the way the sea breeze nudges the sand into miniature swells. Behind it, a lone beachcomber walks the shore and Mexico rises out of the Pacific.
|Wind on Sand, Coronado Beach|
(Awesomely amateur photo credit: Carrie Keyes)