Windmill Crib…

“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!

An old windmill and barn crib standing lonely and barren on the prairie.

An old windmill and barn crib standing lonely and barren on the prairie.