Until I moved away to college I rode or drove down this road every school day. Just about where the road meets the horizon there used to be railroad tracks. They've been gone for years now but I still find myself slowing down for them. The windmill is a landmark on this piece of land my Dad owns. I'd never paid much attention to the structure of a windmill until Dad mentioned that once a year they had to climb to the top to put oil in it. I considered climbing the windmill to check out the view but in the end decided not to. Maybe another day. The other windmill I photographed has not aged as gracefully, but I find the photos I took of it to be more interesting.