There’s something grand about a windmill,
an old-fashioned windmill,
standing stout and tall against the clouds,
its sails chopping the wind to no purpose,
except its own bliss.
I’m much enjoying my wanderings in World of Warcraft’s recent expansion, Battle for Azeroth (BFA). I often take sidetrips far from my quest destinations. On one of those, I came across this windmill and was struck by the play of light on the clouds and, in general, the pastoral beauty of the landscape in this part of Stormsong Valley.
An odd thing happened while I was tinkering with this screenshot. I’m not a poet, but the image moved me to write. And I arranged the words to look like a poem, along the lines of some of William Carlos Williams’ short poems. Later on, I played around with other screenshots that for me captured a mood or memory. So I’ve created a short series of image poems I call Moments. I plan to share these and perhaps others along and along.