Kamisu, Ibaraki
Along the coast, 12 huge windmills line in a row. Even if the weather is fine, it would be hazy by the wet sea breeze all over the seaside. There is hardly anyone in this vast expanse of land. Just for waves and winds.
Starting revolving slowly, one of the huge windmills shrieked out at the sea. That sounded as if the earth were shaking in the cry. Notice that winds have their own moods and are showing those as they blow through us.
The shadows of the rotor blades crept around on the sand. Stroked the weathered drifts and waste articles gently. Turned faster, then a blast of wind swept the whole coast.