I love the drama of stormy skies.
There used to be seven windmills here, and, at this time of year, the pastures beneath this hill were filled with mama cows and frisky calves. Today the pastures are empty, and one of the seven has fallen, a testament to change and the passage of time. Still, those that remain hold a certain beauty, standing tall against the vast prairie skies.
I really like this. If you don't mind me saying I think if you cropped a bit of the sky off at the top and made it look more like a pano it would be stunning
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