Thursday, January 8, 2015

From the window of a windmill, Amsterdam

Nikon D4s

I staggered into the windmill, stuttering at the ticket counter that my wife had the tickets and so I was let in. My wife wasn't there at all. Inside, in the semi-darkness, a group of tourists were being briefed by the windmill operator but I wasn't listening. I walked around, observing  the large stone grinder that was powered by the windmill and then I came upon this window.