I Have Landscapes on My Mind

It has been raining here for days. The windmills on the hill have been whirling in rhythm to my iPod music, their blades disappearing and reappearing from behind low clouds. Mist gathers around their feet. The view is a patchwork quilt of fields and trees, crowned by these enigmatic steel structures. Neil Young says, “for whatever you’re doing, for your creative juices, your geography’s got … Continue reading I Have Landscapes on My Mind