“To make pictures big is to make them more powerful.”
- Robert Mapplethorpe
More barns and windmills, what can I say there are quite a few more around this area than I thought. I mean I thought most of these old barns had been torn down, burned or destroyed by other means. Replaced by those boring utilitarian metal boxes that have no beauty or soul. I hit the photographic jackpot with this one because it also had a wind worn windmill sitting along side of it. The dark stormy sky ads to the overall mood and feel for this photograph. Giving it a lonely, desolate, almost barren feel.
I keep racking up the miles and my little truck just gets me to where I need to go. The sad thing is I have no idea where I am half the time yet I do find my way back home. I must have a good sense of direction. Although it could be that I have not ventured to far from my home base as of yet so I am not really out of the comfort zone that I live in. Speaking of that, I have been accused of being a Mommas boy. I just proudly respond by saying that the first born Italian male does not leave his mother until he marries. I hate to tell my Mommy that she is stuck with me. I do not believe in that love thing, or dating thing. Which means marriage is highly unlikely. I also have joked that I intend to build Mom a house so I can move her out. Of course there is also the joke that she could just go to one of those senior independent living places as well.
I will say this, it never really bothered me to say I live with my Mom. I know some are embarrassed about something like that. I ask why would you be, I enjoy it. I get to come and go as I please and I certainly do not keep track of all my Mom does. I mean she puts thousands of miles on her car in a month and she is retired. She was able to retire VERY young. Anyhow before I dig the hole deeper, Mom, enjoy the windmill!