Inessential Stuff

Some people don’t see the appeal of Eastern Washington.  Too dry.  Too barren.  Too empty.

I’m not among them.

Give me some backroads, some music, a camera, maybe even a traveling companion, and I’ll have a great day.  So it was on Saturday, as I did a little South-of-Tri-Cities exploring, including a drive up to the mighty windmills, which I had seen from afar, but never up close.

It took a while to find the right road, but the timing was perfect:  orange sunset; strangely blue sky to the east; rich green fields.  The wind bent down the grain and encouraged silence by whispering “shhhhhhh” in the ears and sometimes died down just enough to ear the “whush-whush-whush” of the rotary blades on the windmills.

Here’s a little taste.