At last, a picture that is at least partially related to the topic. How many times have laid on a patch of cool grass and just watched the clouds? Do you look for shapes in them? I quite often see dogs, especially Scottish terriers, and spaceships, I see a lot of them. Otherwise, I just enjoy the shapes of them, and watching these small clumps of white fluff floating through the air.
An update added on the Sunday, I was in a position to get a picture of some pylons. I don’t normally retrospectively come back to a post to make changes. I thought it worthwhile in this case.
Then of course, there are the angry clouds, the ones that are getting more and more grey, and end up dumping water on you. Douglas Adams (of Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy fame) wrote of the Rain God;
“And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.”
I can remember standing in the bookshop and reading that for the first time laughing. Sometimes, something you read sticks with you and that did. Sometimes, I think the rain clouds love me. I know I love them.
The other word in the title is Pylons. Now, why on earth would I be interested in Pylons? I bet you don’t even think about them. There was a lady, she was very ill, and she has gone now. Her name was Flash Bristow. I heard her on Radio 4 one day, quite a few years ago she was talking about a thing she had started; The Pylon Appreciation Society. As soon as I heard about it, I knew I had to join it.
When I was a kid, I used to read the usual comics. I remember a story in I’m convinced it was the Beezer, but it may have been something else, a story about aliens invading earth, only to be stopped when they ran in to the cables between the pylons – for the first time, I became aware of them, and saw them for a good thing.
Have you ever looked at a line of pylons and wonder where the lines they carry have come from, or to where they are carrying their energy? The gracefulness of the runs, especially as they disappear in to the distance. OK, OK, I know it’s bonkers. But that’s what I think.
People laugh when I tell them about the PAS, but then a few weeks later they’ll come to me and tell me about a pylon they had seen, or send me a picture, or even on one case, a little model. It makes them think.
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