Blowing In The Wind

It’s been so windy here most of the time, but not when we are looking for it.

By chance, we found a magic sign at the far end of park along the bay. With a lot of wind, it sounds like a flute (or maybe a recorder). So yesterday we took a walk to capture a performance. It was playing its random tune, but not as strongly as when we first found it.

This sounds almost like the ghosts we didn’t catch in the theatre. But all I did is filter the rough wind noise out.

Strolling back toward home, we passed by the small amphitheater and saw that the municipal band was playing. Never having heard them before, we stopped to listen a bit. It reminded us of the zócalo in Oaxaca.

I couldn’t help but be amazed by the effort 40 people were putting out, for their enjoyment and ours. Most of the band consists of wind instruments, but it takes more than just holding it out in the wind to get the music. It’s amazing what you can do with something you can’t even see.

After hearing Cole Porter’s “Night and Day”, a warbly-sung “Some Enchanted Evening”, and a mixture that was introduced before we arrived, we left them to blowing air through their pipes and came home.