Wind Therapy

It was a particularly stressful day at the office. It wasn’t just me; I think there was something in the air. Everyone kept making these dramatic exasperated noises (grunts, sighs, groans) like we were all about to die. Or kick something. Or someone.

Lately, I’ve been trying various forms of artistic expression when I’m stressed (a.k.a., art therapy) so I was trying to decide whether to go home for lunch to write, play the piano, or finally get out and shoot some photos. Itching to try out my camera since having it repaired, I opted for a quick photo shoot in one of the tulip gardens across town. I didn’t think about the wind until I was halfway there and my vehicle was rocking back and forth at every stoplight.  I pressed on and finished my therapy session, but by the time I was done, I felt like I’d been beaten up.  Some therapy session! I had to keep waiting for the poor tulips to stand upright again as the wind kept blowing them over. I almost blew over myself several times. But I managed to grab a few shots. I’m so glad I stuck it out because I doubt there’s anything left of those beautiful tulips now.