There were a lot of them in this area. I see something like this and it strikes my fancy and I think, "This would be a cool place to stop and take photos." Whimsical stopping, when you're heading some place, is not on the itinerary. I had to be content with what I could quickly shoot out the windows as I drove past acres and acres of windmills. This part of Indiana is flat so it's extremely conducive for wind power generation.
I'm sure there's a reason for the way they are placed on a parcel of land. What I thought was neat was, as I drove past the stands, they looked like sentinels in the field.
The streaks at the top of the photo are from sunlight reflecting off my plastic side windows. It was chilly so I had the windows zipped up at this point.
As I am of a certain age, there is a song that popped into my head as I drove through this area.
Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind !
Beverage: Dr PepperDeb
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