On a warm, blustery morning it was my first visit to Chesterton Windmill, its elegant stone arches casting long shadows across the sunlit grass. The wind tugged at my jacket and made the blades groan faintly overhead, adding movement and mood to the scene. I framed the windmill against shifting clouds, capturing the play of light and the sense of timeless solitude that clings to this hilltop landmark. The air was full of energy, yet the setting held a quiet, weathered dignity — a perfect subject for both wide landscapes and intimate, textural details.
