Dotting the hillsides
I love driving across Route 20 in New York and seeing the wind turbines.
Tall, graceful, clean energy.
I know they have their haters, but aesthetically, I find them a lovely addition to the landscape. I’ll be driving along, farmland on either side, come up over a hill, and there stand a half a dozen turbines, quietly doing their business.
Sometimes one will hide behind a hill, and as the tip of each blade rises above, it’s like a giant shark swimming beyond the trees, flashing a silvery fin every now and again.
(opposite of filthy)