A windmill about a mile from my house

Like about half of my compatriots, I’ve spent many sleepless nights trying to process the election results. There’s a lot a could say about them, but I don’t want this blog polluted by politics. Let others vent elsewhere; right now, I’m going to look at pretty shots of windmills. Their steadiness in the gale is comforting.


Another neighbor’s barn and windmill. The autumn colors are gone now, but their memory persists.

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