Tilting

I'm starting to think there's no point in knowing where I'm going, or planning anything, ever. Because it's always when I'm lost that I find the most remarkable things. Here I wasn't lost, exactly, but I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't know what town I was in, and I was looking for something that was definitely not a windmill. And oh, look, there's a windmill. The Frederic Bronson Windmill, to be specific, built in 1894 in the Greenfield Hill section of Fairfield. It's about 100 feet tall. It once harnessed the force of the wind to pump well-water up from below for use on the Bronson estate. (Also it looked pretty.) It is now a cell tower, and it still looks pretty. And now I have to plan some other things which will no doubt be derailed by discoveries of distracting objects...