wind-blown

The wind-blown sand and rain from Lee prompted coastal officials to ask motorists to stay off the highway.

Heavy rain moves northeast with Lee's remnants 2011

On Sunday, everything was covered in a layer of wind-blown snow and vehicles looked frozen in place, as though they haven't been moved in weeks.

Nome, Alaska To Reconnect With World When Renda Tanker Delivers Fuel 2012

It was the same with his hair, sparse and irregular of growth, muddy-yellow and dirty-yellow, rising on his head and sprouting out of his face in unexpected tufts and bunches, in appearance like clumped and wind-blown grain.

The Mad God 2010

He ranks today among the three greatest tenors of all time, but few see past the high, mighty and wind-blown peak of John Coltrane, the most recent mountain in that extended range, to see his more subtle, nuanced and filigreed art.

Hail to the Pres: Celebrating Lester Young's Birthday Con Chapman 2011

He looked down on her and on her hair wind-blown about her face; and because of her closeness to him and of a fresher and more poignant realization of what she meant to him, he trembled so that she was aware of it in the hand that held hers.

Chapter XIX 2010

Back and forth across the desolation drifted their howls, weaving the very air into a fabric of menace that was so tangible that he found himself, arms in the air, pressing it back from him as it might be the walls of a wind-blown tent.

LOVE OF LIFE 2010

Dropping down through the pungent pines, they passed woods-embowered cottages, quaint and rustic, of artists and writers, and went on across wind-blown rolling sandhills held to place by sturdy lupine and nodding with pale

CHAPTER VI 2010

In Kansas City, Kan., snow plows were out in full force Tuesday but new and wind-blown snow erased any sign of their work within half an hour.

Huge Storm Pounds Midwest Susan Carey 2011

Once they rode out on a high hill brow where wind-blown poppies blazed about their horses 'knees, and she was in an ecstasy over the lines of the many distances.

Chapter XV 2010

The pageant of the wild flowers vanished until all that lingered on the burnt hillsides were orange poppies faded to palest gold, and Mariposa lilies, wind-blown on slender stems amidst the desiccated grasses, that smouldered like ornate spotted moths fluttering in rest for a space between flight and flight.

CHAPTER XXXV 2010