The trees are gorgeous and as I drove out yesterday, the rain clouds split open to let in the sun.
I was passing this field of wheat and power lines and thought I’d stop to take a picture of the cell tower towering above the trees.
The tower looked like such a beacon, stayed by it’s guy wires, stretching up into the clouds.
I have a love hate relationship with these functional spires of modernity.
We’ve carved out huge swathes of otherwise undamaged land to make way for them.
But there is something so purposefully strident about their appearance. And, I suppose, without them, you wouldn’t be seeing this now.