Saturday, May 07, 2005
An old windmill stands silenced against the afternoon sky. This scene is from a small abandoned farm not far from here. The driving wind never ceases in this part of Illinois. It's hard to imagine how frantically the blades spun at one time, pumping water from the well. The newer wind machines that create electric power have brakes on them, I'm not so sure about the old machines. As I stood a distance away, shooting up into the sky, the windmill creaked and groaned, creating an eerie music in the otherwise silent landscape.