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October 18, 2008
I see them moving down the highway; massive metallic forms whose size overwhelms their transporterís. Each time I see them I am as surprised as the last. I canít get used to how huge each piece of their construction puzzle is. I see them gradually pieced together on the horizon where their size is diminished by the vast expanse of Oregonís plains.

These saviors of the local economies, these crushers of oil dependency, are beautiful in symmetry and form. Iíd like to honor each windmill with the name of a soldier that has fallen for us in Iraq.