When my sweetheart saw this, he tried to explain how I could remove the power lines with an app. Remove the lines? I like the lines. I like the way the vegetation moves with so much verve around them.
Indulge me. Anthropomorphise the seed heads for a moment and see how they seem to be lifting thin arms in mockery or emulation. Watch the boundaries between natural and man-made fade.
I didn’t get any pleasure from the power lines for a long time. We don’t dangle our lines in the sky for all to see where I’m from, we secretively stash them away. I’d venture to think we don’t need as many lines where I’m from, but then what do I know?
But if a country is going to have lines in the sky, why not celebrate them? There’s something uplifting about connections and I love the Heath-Robinson quality of these ones. Long may their quirks continue to be of service!
Sorry if this picture sets your sensibilities a-jangling, but I hope you’ll concede it’s an apt submission for today’s Ragtag Prompt: Tracery.