I am what some people might consider an intense road-tripper. Once I jump on the road in my Honda Fit with a destination in mind, I am able to get there in a very purposeful amount a time. I don’t often take stops that aren’t needed. And I am able to drive long periods of time by myself.

But as a drove through the fog this morning, the windmills were entrancing. The fields were so peaceful.  So I stopped.

So I took a few minutes to pull off the interstate and take a few photos. Even as I stood next to this field, the noise from the interstate was drowned out by the fog. It was entirely peaceful. I stood for a while and watched as the blades of the windmills disappeared occasionally.

-a wanderer-

The location of these images were taken off of interstate 65 in Indiana, USA.