Windmill | Waterville, WA | December 2019

A windmill on a dirt track is sometimes the only hint of humans in isolated areas of the Waterville Plateau. No houses, no cultivated fields, no phone service. Just you, the windmill and an occasional creak from metal on aging metal. Nowadays many of these bladed gizmos stand locked in place, resting and rusting. For me, these vertical structures tie ground to sky and past to present. I’m amazed that for decades they converted the invisible (moving air) to the mechanical (pumping water). They’re darned photogenic, too.