Rolling Hills and Wind Farms

Iowa was enchanting.

After the suffocating flatness of Ohio through Illinois, I was elated to see the beautiful rolling hills of Iowa.






Once were spellbound by the hills, Iowa played tricks on us; bringing is back to Brooklyn...

...and confusing us with why someone would do this:

After a while the sky grew ominous, as it always does when we drive, and it began to rain...



...Then out of the mist the wind farms appeared. Wind mills as far as you could see. They were overwhelming and breath taking.