This is a small, early Father’s Day present for my dad, who has a special love for wind farms. There are thousands of windmills set on the hills that run along the edge of the Mojave — so many that they're impossible to photograph. But that didn’t stop me from trying.
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wind generators warm the cockles of my heart. literally.
they're like beautiful mystical creatures.
Posted by: madeline | June 12, 2008 1:38 PM
Oh my, that must have been something to see. I would have to have run over there to sit under them and listen to the quiet.
Posted by: Father | June 12, 2008 4:09 PM