as a kid one of my favourite things in my parent’s display shelf (you know, that place where they put all the strange odds and ends collected throughout a lifetime) was this fake shell belonging to my grandmother, that contained a japanese bonsai garden with a little house and a watermill that actually turned.
my ouma’s odd trinket coupled with the image below of an old mill in colorado (by rob lee) naturally sparked off an image search. who doesn’t love an old watermill? especially on those very rare occassions when you stumble upon an abandoned one in a forest somewhere. {click on the images for their sources}
