Where but in the South, I ask you, could you just drive down the road and see something so colorful and so joyously unexpected as windmills constructed of bicycle rims and and fan blades? I spotted these while cruising through Eatonton, GA, and they made me turn my rental car around. They were unattended, keeping company with a satellite dish and a sign proclaiming the art  – and that’s what they are – could be had for a price. Nobody was home when I knocked, leaving me only speculation about the stroke of genius that led to the creation of these serene beauties, spinning silently in the gentle early fall breeze, circles inside circles.