I was just reading an NYT article about the problems that wind farms have in the winter, notably a tendency to throw off sharp bits of ice. Then I click to you and find this. Very nice. :)
Thanks for the supportive comments. All the other poems in the series so far have emerged from prolonged contemplation of the images, but I thought this one up on a walk at dusk, and only subsequently looked in my photoblog archives and found the obvious image. I hesitated a little before posting it because it represents a bigger step into the world of the actual conquistators than any of the others so far.
Jarrett – Thanks for making that association. Maybe this does still have a contemporary resonance, then! Yes, ice-throw is a problem with wind turbines, though a relatively minor one compared to some of ther other drawbacks (habitat fragmentation, bird- and bat-kill, local climate disruption, power grid destabilization, shadow flicker and noise).
Fantastic. I really love what you’re doing here. I think it’s a shame that you’re not including them in Postal Poetry. I understand the editorial policy but they are so good, Dave. This is my favourite, until tomorrow’s *grin*.
Jo – Thanks. Part of the reason I’m doing this, of course, is to try and raise interest in the genre – and thus indirectly lead to more submissions to PP.
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Beautiful, in a chilling kind of way.
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A terrific photo – and the water and ice do look so much like obsidian.
This has been such an interesting series.
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I was just reading an NYT article about the problems that wind farms have in the winter, notably a tendency to throw off sharp bits of ice. Then I click to you and find this. Very nice. :)
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My favorite card in the series so far. The image is stunning.
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One of the best ever. Perfect marriage of words and image. Good as each is without the other, they’re each better together.
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Striking, Dave. The photograph and the lines – and the combined creation.
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Thanks for the supportive comments. All the other poems in the series so far have emerged from prolonged contemplation of the images, but I thought this one up on a walk at dusk, and only subsequently looked in my photoblog archives and found the obvious image. I hesitated a little before posting it because it represents a bigger step into the world of the actual conquistators than any of the others so far.
Jarrett – Thanks for making that association. Maybe this does still have a contemporary resonance, then! Yes, ice-throw is a problem with wind turbines, though a relatively minor one compared to some of ther other drawbacks (habitat fragmentation, bird- and bat-kill, local climate disruption, power grid destabilization, shadow flicker and noise).
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Fantastic. I really love what you’re doing here. I think it’s a shame that you’re not including them in Postal Poetry. I understand the editorial policy but they are so good, Dave. This is my favourite, until tomorrow’s *grin*.
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What Dale said: this is my favorite so far.
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Love this series! These posts remind me of Lori Witzel’s at Chatoyance.
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Jo – Thanks. Part of the reason I’m doing this, of course, is to try and raise interest in the genre – and thus indirectly lead to more submissions to PP.
Lorianne – Hey, thanks for stopping by.
Larry – High praise. I love Lori’s photos.