“The grass must bend when the wind blows across it” (Confucius).

And so it is. Not only for the grass but for the sand dunes, also. And yes, even for us. Relentless winds sculpt our landscapes in wave shapes, as they have for eons. Waves of sand, waves of grass, waves of life. Sensuous curves that follow nature’s math, inviting us to stay and play a while, then leave, and all trace of us is gone in seconds; nothing to tell that we were ever here.

Ephemeral patterns on a very old, windy planet…
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