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Powerlines
Telephone poles are totems of the
twentieth century, disappearing. Every day I walk by the same
houses, hills, see the vultures in the sky and the blue jays
on the phone lines. What is transient? I'm looking at the telephone
poles, paying close attention. Each one has a wealth of information
flowing through it. A thousand conversations, faxes, emails;
a squirrel highway. The old glass transformers sit next to the
new plastic ones. The clean new wood nailed to the old. Creosote
and titanium. Lichen and moss growing over the aged lines while
the young ones are getting fatter and faster. A woodpecker builds
a home, while a vulture dries his wings. Each day the poles
tell a different story. We often ignore the obvious, the ugly,
and the everyday "same olds." But our real experiences
with them holds a deeper understanding. A build up of layers
is hidden, waiting for a deliberate action with brush or pen
to reveal them. |
Birds
Delicate and powerful survivors. They
choose parking lots for feeding grounds. They prefer power
poles to trees. They hunt worms at a tractor's heel |
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