25 thoughts on “Windmill Imprisonment

  1. I really, really like your ability to get across a feeling with so few words. May I share one with you on the same topic?


    Β© 2015 Barbara Grace Lake

    Imprisoned dragonflies,
    Impaled on pillories
    Their wind-blown wings
    Revolving endlessly
    Creating power

  2. So much said with so few words. And the photos are just a perfect accompaniment. Thank you.

  3. An unloved lock and heavy chain, with bare-looking trees in the background … they need to be brought back to life Uncle Tree. P.S. – a skinny person could slide beneath that lock and chain I think.

  4. Thank you, Linda! πŸ™‚ I can only bring them fame, I’m afraid.
    We all long for permanence, and this scene is forever etched in mind.

    “This land is your land, this land is my land…”
    Such a nice thought. Too bad we don’t believe it.

  5. Thank you, Brian! πŸ™‚ I found a few windmills out in the country.
    Although, they are rather plain and simple, folks seem to like them.

  6. ‘…None of them were turning, and it was really windy…’ … such a waste of a wonderful low-tech resource. However, a brilliant poem they did inspire. πŸ˜€

  7. I agree with you Uncle Tree … the rusted lock, the dormant windmill, a sad testament to a another time, a thriving time, now forever lost.

    And unfortunately the song just becomes empty words, doesn’t it?

  8. When I’m imprisoned, I hope to stand so tall above it all, and keep my face to the wind.

  9. When it comes to facing the wind and the world,
    and weathering all its turmoil,
    you, and the cranes, and the windmills are much alike, my friend.

    Cheerz to Cinco de Drinko! πŸ˜‰ Senior Tree

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