I pass by power lines on one of my routes. The swaying grasses, golden in the morning sun, often beckon to me. The towers, oddly beautiful in an Eiffel Tower sort of way, punctuate the […]
I pass by power lines on one of my routes. The swaying grasses, golden in the morning sun, often beckon to me. The towers, oddly beautiful in an Eiffel Tower sort of way, punctuate the […]