Tale of a thousand winds

I ventured out across the fields. Fresh air temporarily diminishing the sniffing; limbs without energy. But it was worth the encounters with the waves; the wind; the sheep wool wrapped wire; the shy buzzard; the vocal rock pippits and the trees.
I'm not normally one for lots of post processing but I couldn't escape from the impression this transformation made to my image. The starkness seemed expose the beauty of the tree and the power of the wind.