Location Taken: Eastern Washington
Time Taken: October 2012

I love it every time I come across a wind power farm.

Just tower after tower, spread across the land, the blades turning gently in the wind.

It’s also surprisingly impressive at night. You’d think it wouldn’t be, something about the, you know, lack of light. But each tower has a red light on top, blinking gently to warn airplanes that there’s a tall thing there. And the red light gently illuminates the turning blades in beautiful patterns.

And I used the word gently a bit too much there, I think. Ah well, such is life.

Most places don’t have the right conditions for wind farms. But in certain spots, the wind is strong and constant. Tops of mountains, wide plains, that sort of thing. And often the wind farms are in areas where other types of farm do well, amusingly enough. In this case, it’s cattle farms. But I have heard that a bunch of farmers are making extra money renting out the edges of their fields to wind power companies, if they’re lucky enough to live in the right spots for such things. But then, that’s just hearsay, so I don’t know if it’s true.

Still, I love seeing the wind farm towers, their blades turning gently-

Darn it, I really am overusing that word!

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