This post is short and sweet and all about the photo. As I’ve said a number of times on this blog, sometimes you just have to stop and smell the flowers (or appreciate the symmetry in the power lines).
This was one of the views at Sunset Hill Farm. Standing beneath the power lines where the faint crackle of electricity is just discernible over the buzzing of insects, you can look out through the narrow strip of mowed land at sunny, rolling hills. If you look closely you can also see fine green tendrils beginning to creep about the base of the towers, reaching ever skyward.