Of the slightly nicer windmill my grandparents had back in the 1960's in Beckham County in SW Oklahoma. I can still hear that windmill spinning and making a creaking noise each revolution. The water it produced was the coldest, cleanest water I ever drank from a well.

Before I read the caption accompanying this picture, I was struck with the familiarity since I grew up a few miles from Dalhart in the next county. As a youngster, we would roam the prairie looking for anything interesting in the endless flat vistas. An abandoned windmill was considered a great find as it afforded us the ability to climb up and experience the added altitude with the added danger of being able to do something we knew full well was forbidden. A great time for our young imaginations.

Shorpy, you think of the best headlines!

"...Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."

- Percy Shelley

The details speak volumes