Same thing here in the Columbia Gorge. I used to love the drive out to NE Oregon where for long stretches the freeway was the only sign of human activity or development anywhere. You could stop on the side of the highway, walk up over a hill, and suddenly it was nothing but grassland and sky all the way to the horizon, exactly as my ancestors might have seen it from a wagon train 150 years ago.
Now it's miles and miles of huge white windwills. They are pretty in a way, but it kind of broke my heart the first time I saw it, knowing I'd never get to see that uninterrupted expanse again. However graceful, they are undeniably mechanical and human, and they change the landscape in a very real way. I think it's also the inescapably huge scale of these farms that makes people like me hate them. You can (visually speaking) get away from a big cooling tower or even a dam. But these stretch on for hundreds of miles and remind you, every direction you turn, that humans have turned the wind and the landscape into yet another resource to be harvested and sold.