The pump jack benith an old decaying windmill... a farm, rumor has it, was swept away by a flood decades ago... eerily, only ruins surround us now....

My companion playfully works it's hard, metal arm... and to our great delight, water cometh, from old wells of washed away worlds.

Beercan lens, Minolta f/4 70-210

Part of our Documentary Film, Viroqua

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