I've been working out of town a lot this week. It's a nice drive.
Stopped by the wind mills the other day to take some pictures. It's pretty quiet up on that hill.
The only sound you hear is the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of the bades above your head.
I need to stop and smell the roses more often. Sometimes I forget that shit just isn't so important. Who cares, I've got time to kill and I'm willing to kill it.
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I'd love to have one of those windmills in my backyard. Wonder how much juice they put out. Bet the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh sound is more relaxing than the idiot yapping, barking and whining of the undisiplined ankle biter the neighbors across my back fence have...
Wonder if the windmill would put out enough voltage to teach the dog to not touch the fence...
A hill near Baumholder Germany.
I was thinking of Calif as well. I've always been fascinated by them.
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