A meandering musing of multitudinous magnificence.
Commonthief Edison provides the electrical power to our nape of the forest in southwest Cook County. (They have been fighting wind, solar, and alternate sources of energy.) This pole has been there for at least 50 years, and its lean has increased over the 15 yrs we've been here. Just last fall, they began planting new stumps, taller, totally infused with anti-termite and other wood feeding critter chemicals. (Did you know that a creosote infused pole in London has been in use for more than 200 years? And has shown no sign of decay? That, and the people born in that area seem to have 11 toes)
So, after a rather wild week, I sat back, sipped a pleasant, inoffensive vodka and juice combo, and sketched this pole before it (and the history around it) is gone. Rather quaint, I thought.
Oh, and GOS is unbelievable today. After many days of studiously ignoring it, I dropped in, without logging in, and simply observed. A former lover of mine asked me to come to her class and talk to the brats as an adult, telling them what they might want to strive for. 6-7 year olds. bratty. Without an off switch.
GOS was worse.
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LOL to the class
And un-friggenbelievable over there, many corners are being painted into.
On the island whereon sits my problematic cottage, it's a rural, flat landscape. Strong prevailing Southwesterlies are good enough for an 86-tower windfarm, first in Ontario IIRC. The prevailing winds have pruned the trees to always look like hood ornaments, flowing towards NE. In, uh, 1998 or so there was an ice storm in January that took down trees and power lines all over SE Canada and parts of the US. Some of the power poles did not break; many did, power crews from all over. But the survivor poles are all bent. It's almost quaint to see. They look as weathered as the surviving trees that sprout leaves.
Nice sketch.
Hey! my dear friends or soon-to-be's, JtC could use the donations to keep this site functioning for those of us who can still see the life preserver or flotsam in the water.
There was a town in Bulgaria, that had one bizarre village
Grey, wild, programmed living before it, and all the power/telephone poles were bent 20-25 degrees to the side.
You hit the village limits, and every single pole was was braced making a triangle, and they were almost straight. It ended at the other end of the city limit. In the town, people were musicians, artists, and generally unlike any other Bulgarians I had met. It was as though they decided to live life, and to tell the government to fuck off.
At least their poles survived longer than anyone else's
Thank you for not sketching
the eleven toes
Nice sketch and story, thanks.
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