photographing the wind

The wind was strong today - the Santa Ana winds always get (metaphorically) under the tails of cats and humans and drive everyone marginally crazy - like the melemi, like the fohn, like the sirocco.  Think "the wind was in from Africa, and last night I couldn't sleep," which always played on a loop in my head in my now long-ago mid September vacations in Greece, the windows open and rattling, the waves crashing outside.  Here, though, and unlike these other winds, the Santa Anas, today, were cold, blowing straight down from Alaska.  I went outside intending to take a photo of the wind chimes blowing noisily sideways, but was distracted by a self-destructing gate, that had already knocked over the flower-pot designed to keep it in place ...