I am trying to read the sails of windmills. I have read that the position a miller stopped his sails had a meaning. They could pass on news of a birth, or a death. They could even indicate if the miller was taking a short break, or a long one.
 All academic now, of course. The windmills are mere shadows, their sails are fixed, a photo opportunity.
 Still, it’s peaceful here at the moment. What wind there is, can barely cause a ripple in the river, never mind turn a sail.

 quiet water
 a waiting heron

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.

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