Mr. B. and I had a fascination with these windmills. I had tried to find some near Tralee a few years before and my seach proved fruitless. However, many tiny windy roads later, we managed to track these down. As you get closer to them, they feel like they are moving away, sort of like that dream in which you're walking down a hallway and it keeps getting longer.
How beautiful is this sky? These pictures were all taken with a Diana, which I had no clue how to use at the time. Some came out square, some came out rectangular, some have light leaks, some don't. But, I got what I got.
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