I rather like the wind's random effects--the kind of thing someone will come along and clean up.
A glance down at the waves is enough of a reminder that this place is a moment in time--a wind garden, not a static museum.
And look, somebody threw a bouquet.
Angel and friends happy, as usual.
It's a good time up in the wind today. That's what I love about this place: having time.
Here we are, here we go. When we're gone, who will know.