Bare trees on the forest road. Though I was in shadow the tops of neighboring hills still glowed red with the setting sun, visible intermittently through the boles and branches. As the road curved to the West the flaming sky shone from behind the inky structure of the forest; turning East the rising full moon swung recklessly through the tree tops.
I had another interesting optical illusion supplied by parallax recently: In the flat northern part of the state, on the way to Chicago, there are wind farms. Power transmission lines run through the middle of one. The towers are huge but still dwarfed by the enormous windmills and so, due to perspective look to be further away. What a shock when those far away power towers moved quickly in front of the, seemingly, closer windmills!
I find wind farms beautiful. Some give a confused aspect as a whole so I only focus on a few windmills at a time, enjoying the correspondence and or interaction of the turning blades, but some seem coherent and attractive all together. I doubt that aesthetics ever enter into the placement of the windmills, but it should.
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