Power of wind

Going through Campania does not mean to take main roads. Sometimes I need to go to the top of the hills.
The wind there is so strong that you can hardly walk.

I got fascinated with the wind mills in Germany. It was the first time when I saw it working - the one, lonely on the fill.
I always wanted to get closer to them. It is something powerful in this simple construction with wings moving slowly and dignity.

Here I am - my GPS took me through the fields of Campania to those creatures made of steel and concrete. It was like 30 of them. Connected with the small veins of white paths.

Pulled my car over and I as standing just under one of them.

3 seconds.

Could not stand more.
How should I describe the filling. Imaging three, moving knifes cutting the air.
The sound which is made is so low that it was almost painful.
I felt like one second longer and they pull me their direction - just up to the center.

Panic. Complete panic.

No birds ... just dogs passing the space...

The low noise of the mills was the only one you could hear. So real as you could almost touch...