In Upstate New York not to far from where my hubby grew up their is a wind farm and I am just in love with these metal behemoths. If I lived closer I can imagine spending an hour once a week just parked on the side of the road listening to them whir while gazing into their hypnotic blades. I find them to be incredibly serene.
And, as I find myself insanely overwhelmed tonight--it seemed the right thing to post.
Peace!
