37 thoughts on “Oak Between Pylons

    1. That is a very big and thoughtful question, Becky. I’m not sure why there is such a proliferation of pylons just there. It’s above the Ironbridge Gorge, pretty much in line with the erstwhile power station chimneys. Presumably for dispatching the power hither and yon.

      1. I’m not sure. There’s some kind of switching house on the powerstation site, which suggests it’s ‘orchestrating’ power from the national grid. One really ought to find out how these essential utilities actually work. But not while it’s so sunny…

  1. The clouds are so dramatic as is the contrast between nature and man-made. It also saddens me a bit, even though I know we need the power. But I feel the same about the giant windmills that are up in so many places now.


    1. Pylons are interesting, aren’t they. But with an element of domination about them. I remember thinking this as a child, and then they rather fused with my teen reading of War of the Worlds. This has made me think of the Pathetic Fallacy again – a techno-version 🙂

      1. I’ve always liked the stark contrast of their man-made angularity against the curves of nature. I feel much the same way about roads and dams and always have done – sadly it’s become a bit in vogue and I hate being in vogue!

      2. Ah yes, dams. This has me thinking of the epic system up the Elan Valley. Or closer to you – Ladybower. I find their structures induce a spinal frisson.

      3. Elan Valley was one of my favourite daytrips as a child and nowadays I occasionally visit the Howden and Derwent dams above Ladybower where they carried out the practice runs before the dambuster raids. All of these old stone dams are magnificent. I wonder does the frisson (which I feel too) have anything to do with thoughts of the tremendous weight of water pressing behind them? A sort of auxiliary awe. (Clunky alliteration, so apologies, although it almost seems appropriate in a way!)

      4. The weight of water – that’s it exactly. Most noticed it at our nearest Victorian reservoir dam at Lake Vyrnwy. Also the towers on such dams given one Mervyn Peake twinges. I think a trip to Vyrnwy may be called for once we’re let out.

    1. Coming back to it in the archive, I must say I find it quite a disturbing image. It was an incredibly bright brisk spring day when I took the photo. There is a sense of being overwhelmed, which I remember feeling at the time.

      1. Over time one tends to ”not see them” but when they are presented in such an image as this their reality is stark.

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