Dusk Storm Brewing
I awestruck when I say the Woolnorth wind farm. Observing the metallic monoliths slicing through the famous Tasmanian pure air leaves one lost for words. On the one hand the windmills are nature’s savior, a greener way to harvest the energy required by mankind, reducing out carbon footprint. On the other, we are confronted with a mass of stark steel and noise that now pollutes what was one pristine to the eye and ear.
Oil on linen