Both pictures I have. Cherish them all and share. Exploding Sunsets With sunsets like molten lava, exploding in the sky, the sun comes pounding through the clouds to touch my waiting eye. The brush is black against the sky with shadows everywhere. This magnificent giant is all that remains of a thriving homestead.
Wheat now covers the ground.
Oil tanks and sunsets are familiar views on the Oklahoma skyline. This is the last known wooden windmill that I photographed in actual operation. Shortly after this photo, the rancher cut the legs and replaced it with a metal frame one. If you want a memento from days long gone, take a picture of me. I'm one of the last wooden windmills to survive, and the wooden heart of me will soon be replaced with a a cold heart of metal, old charm lost forever.