I have always loved windmills. The remote sites over the mountains, touched by the invisible force of the wind, became an important part of the life of our ancestors. The peace in these distant locations was disturbed by the ingenuity of man that transformed the power of nature in mechanical power to mill grains.
Nevertheless, there is still a glamour in this man-made disturbance, the mechanical rhythms and sounds blend in the surroundings in a way that they become part of the nature itself like just another leaf in the wind.
Canon DSLR footage of windmills on a really windy afternoon.
Gavinhos, Penacova, Portugal.