as if I were don quixote 追风车,堂.吉柯德似的

It was a beautiful accident that I encountered those windmills in Snyder, TX. It was a blessing that dramatic clouds showed up to change the look of a grayish blue, flat sky towards sunset. I was also lucky see them before sunrise.

I’ve never, ever seen so many windmills and from so close a distance before my trip to Snyder. And the wind was so powerful.  Many times, it  blew my hat away and I was chasing it like a crazy baby. Several times, I felt like the gusts would take me to heaven. But more often, I felt myself becoming don quixote whirling in a dream.

去德州西部小镇Snyder前,我只远距离看过风车,常常是开着车的时候。在苏格兰高地看到的风车虽然不那么远,但它们孤零零的。那天,到Snyder拍火灾痕迹,却意外发现路边棉花田地上风车林立,在狂风里呼呼转,把我迷住了。都不记得自己停了几次车,就为了从不同的角度,在不同的光线上拍这些可爱的风车。

那平原的风真是大极了。几次把我的草帽吹走,弄得我背着相机和三脚架到处追草帽,狼狈极了。拍片的时候,总觉得自己忽然变成堂.吉柯德,做着梦,追着风车,只不过我的武器是相机,而堂.吉柯德用的是剑。我记得他是骑着驴,舞着剑的。但也不太敢相信自己的记忆了。好多年前读的书,许多细节都忘了。有空要再读。

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