It’s wind farms. (Ill-photographed wind farms, but it’s the best Edward and I could do.)
I’ve seen the ones in California, but this is a field of them that’s only about an hour or so away from here. I didn’t know we had them in Illinois, but I guess it makes sense – it’s big and flat with nothing to stop the wind from howling across the countryside.
And I love them.
There’s something strangely…eerie about them. They all face the same direction, so it’s like they’re watching for something that hasn’t happened yet or waiting for something that’s about to happen. They’re big and spindly and post-apocalyptic and they all turn deliberately slowly.
And then, every once in a while there’s one that’s stopped and all I want to know is why.
AND THEN AT NIGHT, THEY ALL BLINK IN ALMOST-UNISON.
Seriously, if I lived near one of these wind farms, I’d get nothing done. I’d just stare out of my window all day, trying to make sense of them all.