18" x 24"
Watercolor on paper
Here in the southwest, solar-powered systems are replacing windmills for pumping water out in the open country. We don't have streams or ponds for the most part, so getting water to the cattle is a matter of deep wells and algae-lined troughs. I grew up in windmill country and love the creaking/clanking sounds they made and their silhouettes against the amazing skies. I remember getting drinks with the tin cup that was kept hanging on a bit of baling wire from the frame. It was cool and fresh on hot days. This painting is a remembrance of those memories.