Here’s our situation, conveniently located within one photograph: an almost-gone farmhouse and so many wind turbines I can’t even count them.
Also – and I won’t divulge how I know this – that field was a lot muddier than it looked.
*Yes, that is the actual name of the place. Apparently the town’s founder named it for his daughter, Wastella. My question is who in the hell would give their child a name like that??!?