The Storm Is Fast Descending

Living by the water means we often have blustery days; last winter was downright miserable because of the wild winds we had. Normally on these days I don't take pictures, or I try to take them inside (abandoned trains or the moat wall were nice spots) because any prolonged time outside would turn my hair into a rat's nest and the wind occasionally knocks my tripod over which is quite frightening. Well, now one of the benefits of short hair is there really isn't anything to get messed up. It was rather fun to take pictures outside getting blown about and then to come home with only pink cheeks to show from the excursion. I still have to keep an eye on the tripod though...