Where the wind blows—something I think about a lot as a sailor. And something to be heeded during fire season here in the west. Where the wind blows, and how very hard, is fearsome this treacherous hurricane season. The wind can be violent, or a zephyr, and sometimes, for me, the wind can be a metaphor. In recent weeks, my mind seems to be wafting from one thought to another, shifting with the wind.
But this past Monday morning, the breeze blew toward Placitas, bringing these bright beautiful balloons to my neighborhood. Directly over my house at one point. Where the wind blows, where my mind goes—sometimes, like these balloons, I can drift. And I can hope, that we all find a safe place to land. Another metaphor? Perhaps. But for now, let’s just enjoy these pictures from my little corner of the 2024 Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta.
What a treat to have right in your back yard!! 🙂
Beautiful photos.
STUNNING PHOTOS, Deb! Thank you for sharing them. Pleasant drifting…. 😉
Good use of metaphors and
Great photos
Thanks for sharing.
These days it feels as if I’m getting blown in all directions by the wind, trying to help those in my community impacted by landslides from Hurricane Helene. It really can be beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
Thanks for sharing your balloon pics. Looks so peaceful.