Across the plains of Texas, right in to Oklahoma, just east of the line separating the panhandle of one and south of the panhandle of the other, are carriers of our past, still turning, still making the daily trips from top to bottom, all managing to look the same direction if an eye can even be considered, as they make their steady march-in-place, transporting the wind through their blades, and pulling the water from the heart of the earth.
These wonders are still running, some with their collapsing blades, the others that are still made out of wood frames, with placement of two centuries ago in time. They are there, each one needing that grease, that oil, that bit of paint that keeps them all together, that hand turned argument of taking care of something that is really a picture of the past, come to life, and turning circles around its competitors.
The worth of seeing is incomparable, this little slice of heaven made for the earthly gain, as you can watch the years unfold from these windmills in the sky.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Shattuck Windmill Museum
Shattuck, Oklahoma
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