July
13th
As I was walking
home from the tap I was struck by the ugliness of the new power
lines. My view of the sunset used to include my hangar, the roof of
my neighbor's house, and a tree with a full, bushy top. Now it
includes 4 lines running west through the destroyed top of the tree
and one line running north that mysteriously stops between my hangar
and the neighbor's house, and frankly it's just ugly. I know this is
“progress”. I know it's good in many ways for my village. I know
that I see power lines all the time in the US, that they get in the
way of my sunset photos so frequently I try and make the horizontal
stripes into a pleasing part of the composition. I know the next PCV
won't know what she's missing, and won't care if she has a fan and a
light. But I care.
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