I enjoy seeing old-fashioned windmills like this one.  They remind me of the one on my grandparent’s farm.  The water we pumped from that well was cold and the best tasting of any I have ever had.  Windmills like this one are scattered about the landscape.  They let us know there are (or were) cattle nearby who depend upon the water pumped by such mills.  They remind us of a less technical age.