Jessica (Fearless Photography)
twelve times the stars
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank, a vision too removed to mention.
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I took this a couple of weeks ago while driving to visit my brother. I've been so busy editing wedding photos I just now realized I needed to post this.
A guy in a work truck pulled up just as I was about to take these pictures, and I was sure he was going to chase me off, since I was about 50 feet from a windmill at one point, but he just kind of watched me suspiciously and then drove away. So, apparently this is totally an okay thing to do. Good to know for the future. :)
There is something beautiful and grand and magnificent about wind farms, about windmills. They're unimaginably big: I can't convey it in a photo. They move like deliberate, towering giants, whirring softly behind the hissing current of the wind. I find them strangely graceful.
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twelve times the stars
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank, a vision too removed to mention.
.
.
I took this a couple of weeks ago while driving to visit my brother. I've been so busy editing wedding photos I just now realized I needed to post this.
A guy in a work truck pulled up just as I was about to take these pictures, and I was sure he was going to chase me off, since I was about 50 feet from a windmill at one point, but he just kind of watched me suspiciously and then drove away. So, apparently this is totally an okay thing to do. Good to know for the future. :)
There is something beautiful and grand and magnificent about wind farms, about windmills. They're unimaginably big: I can't convey it in a photo. They move like deliberate, towering giants, whirring softly behind the hissing current of the wind. I find them strangely graceful.
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