The number of power lines around Grand Coulee Dam shouldn't surprise me.
I took this one from the car. I find it eerie.
As I prepare to post these photos, I find myself pulling an old favorite, Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, from the shelf.
I reread the description of Ersilia, but was drawn to a different paragraph this time. Reading it after looking at these photos makes me appreciate it in terms of power and energy as opposed to human relations as I have always interpreted the description in the past.
In Ersilia, to establish the relationships that sustain city's life, the inhabitants stretch strings from the corners of the houses, white or black or gray or black-white according to whether they mark a relationship of blood, of trade, authority, agency. When the strings become so numerous that you can no longer pass among them, the inhabitants leave: the houses are dismantled; only the strings and their supports remain.
Interpret as you wish...