I have always had a Don Quixote complex in that I love windmills, and I’m a dreamer; however, it is not the impossible. Somewhere in a big box of Kodak carousel trays containing many slides of windmills taken long ago (1968) during my first visit to southeast Arizona. — kenne
Image by kenne
There stands the remains
of a hopeless battle
watched over by
the ghost of Don Quixote.
Although the ghost whispers
are never heard,
try as I may to distinguish
between fantasy and reality,
every windmill stands in the shadow
of the ghost of Don Quixote
giving this tool of man a human spirit
leaving us to decide
which is the ideal vision –
the practical but mundane
image of a windmill,
or that of the romantic dreamer
of the impossible dream –
in the end, we all see only
what we wish to see?
— kenne
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What an inspiring post. Absolutely loved your thoughts and photos.
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