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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
OH WOW~! If I didn’t know better I would say that the first photo was of Eastern Montana or the Western Dakotas…. The Greasy Grass was a Dead give away….Dead Indian that is~! Beautiful but forlorn.
And yes the winds do blow a bit there~!
A side note. We drilled a hole about 150-200 feet deep every ¼ mile (1320 feet). As a friendly token of appreciation we always offered to leave the holes open so the ranchers could drop a windmill pump down the hole to have water for their stock. Well this one rancher said that he only wanted them every third hole because he did not have enough wind to turn more than that~! No he was not a Dutchman~!
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Beautifully blending colours
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Great choices. They seem obvious now you’ve shown them – why did I not even think of a windmill!!
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I have better photos of windmills, but ran out of time.
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Lovely captures, Judy 🙂
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