Travel Photography blog illiw Reporter

The horizon is still far away. Nothing that opposes the look. Free, open and wide is this country. Always there is the wind, wet, soaked in salt anyway, and always a bit too cool. The water droplets condense on the skin, and on the grass, the rain gear, the rider and the windshield of the car.
The sky stretches the cloud cover from horizon to horizon. Gray and blue. Almost without any structure.
However, the wind played it like a blanket-covered drum. It is dragged and folded and rolled. Eventually tear the ceiling and the dance can begin with the parts.
This is followed by dancing figures on harvested corn fields. In the rhythm of rain falls, or shoot out rays of the sun. The dance partners show their steps on this ideal platform. After the short performance, they are guided by the wind from the stage. However, now enters the next couple withdrawn from the podium, and begins a new idea.

The dance begins clouds clouds dance

Clouds over harvested fields of clouds over fields of dance performance

Dance with the wind

Low cloud cover before the dancing clouds

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