Second to plants, this is my other passion . . .
Photo taken 31st May 2017, between Forncett St Mary and Hapton, Norfolk
I like pylons too…find them interesting. I sort of remember in seeing the Stephen King movie The Langoliers, that there were these ominous pylons marching along…animated. Vague memory.
I always think of them as ‘marching’, especially where I took this shot. They crest the hill and stride away into the valley. It had been a good day all round (see previous post for damselflies . . . at last! which I snuck into that post rather than to wait for a more appropriate place.)
You people have perverse tastes. 😉
Oh, I admit to a sort of admiration for pylons as an engineering marvel, and useful in finding your way in the wilderness. But I too often see them in places I wish had remained wilderness. (We’ll skip over how without them the Northeastern United States would NEVER have enough electrical power.)
Perhaps I’d feel that way too, if encountered out in wilderness. But Norfolk has no wilderness to speak of. So what’s the appeal to us weirdos? For me its that strength of line. There’s a grace to it. And the proportions. Here is Man’s neatly managed environment (i.e. farmland) being dwarfed to nothingness by these enormous giants. Scale, I think that’s what I’m trying to say, And contrast. Pylons in a built-up area would not have equal impact.
There’s truth in that; one can imagine pylons marching across the landscape like giants!
And happy birthday!
I thank you, I thank you. 🙂
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