We are almost to St. Jacobs well now. They have put up this windmill and tank for the herd of buffalo to drink from. Yep you heard it right Buffalo. Unfortunatly the buffalo were being shy this day and were no where to be seen.
Too bad they weren't there or you could have been in the chips BTK. Another fine post and one thing about a windmill. The wind still comes by when everything else in gone.
I love this... the only thing on the prairie horizon is a big, bold windmill. It's stark, but beautiful. The muted colors tell me the seasons are changing again. I wonder what it looked like before us...
mary
Good work.
TicK