169/365

Driving through Iowa, field after field – waving rows of corn, rustling soybeans and spinning turbines. The wind farms are eerie, peaceful, ominous, beautiful. Benevolent invaders, they harvest the wind, whisper future, silent and strong, turning, turning.

wind farm

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3 thoughts on “169/365

  1. I’m glad you took this on the day my Dad died, oh how he would have loved to see that up close and examine it, a farm picture, perfect.

  2. i do so love these as well. love the black and white. want one in my yard. look forward to seeing these when we head north this week…..makes me proud of iowa….

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