Cutting through the layers of dusk
A couple of years ago, when we were coming back to Twin Falls (we didn't live here then) from a day trip to the City of Rocks, we drove by these windmills right after sunset (one more spectacular than this). I wanted to stop to take a photo, but my wife was tired and we needed to pack our bags to go back to Boston next morning. I was heartbroken.
The thought of coming back to this spot at just that time of day haunted me since then. Well, come back I did! I knew I would (we were going to move to Twin Falls eventually).
New England has its charms, but living surrounded by pine trees and oaks, and with an east facing ocean shore, meant we did not get to enjoy many beautiful sunsets. Enter the wide open spaces of the American West!
Cutting through the layers of dusk
A couple of years ago, when we were coming back to Twin Falls (we didn't live here then) from a day trip to the City of Rocks, we drove by these windmills right after sunset (one more spectacular than this). I wanted to stop to take a photo, but my wife was tired and we needed to pack our bags to go back to Boston next morning. I was heartbroken.
The thought of coming back to this spot at just that time of day haunted me since then. Well, come back I did! I knew I would (we were going to move to Twin Falls eventually).
New England has its charms, but living surrounded by pine trees and oaks, and with an east facing ocean shore, meant we did not get to enjoy many beautiful sunsets. Enter the wide open spaces of the American West!