Among my favorite features of the rural North Dakota landscape are windmills, functional and otherwise. As with the fallen farm scenes, there’s just something attractive about the windmills that catches my eye. Perhaps it’s because, as with the old abandoned farmhouses, I marvel at the fact that someone made it not too long ago in order to eke out a living from the harsh plains. Some are barely standing, others are still maintained. This is one of the latter.

It’s unfortunate I couldn’t get an angle without the power pole in the background, but at least I did capture the gradient of the evening sky. This windmill is on 26th street in Bismarck, actually, although I’m sure it’s outside the city limits. Since the enhanced 911 conversion, rural roads are given street names and numbers, making it hard to determine where that line is drawn.