This past fall, I drove by myself to Chicago. It’s my second time doing this, and I think I-65 might be one of the most beautiful drives in America.
When I came to Illinois, it was past 10pm and out of nowhere come these bright red flashing lights. It’s eery. And they go for miles and miles and miles. But on the way home, I always meet those same wind turbines with the early morning sun, and it’s sheer beauty. Just look at those colors. The feeling I get is completely different, even though I’m looking at the exact same thing- only the lighting changes.
So, out of that thought, I wrote this poem, cleverly titled “Wind Turbines.” Making a movie was never my intention, but I had some footage from the drive that I thought would make a cool addition, so that’s kind of how this all came together. If you’re a film person, I apologize in advance. 🙂
rebekah.eckard 