I headed for the blob of blight in our neck of the woods: A power plant. If you are reading this blog, you are likely benefiting from electricity. All energy on our planet originates with the sun (except for kinetic energy, such as hydroelectric. Thank you, very clever son of mine). There are some ways to turn bits of sun rays and breezes into electrons. The way this place makes electricity is to take the energy captured by plants, which was then eaten by dinosaurs, who died and decayed, which remains were held under incredible pressure under tons of earth for millions of years...and then pumped up again, refined and burned...to create steam...to turn one giant set of magnets around other magnets... Pretty amazing, if you think about it...
Colette (Colette reflected on the people in her life, who had made some Christmas decorations for her. I'm really thinking this exercise is less and less about the photos themselves, but about something else. I think that's a good thing.)
2 comments:
beautiful tones and colours, a weird yellowy grey, even in the sky!
Stuff like that baffles me, but I like the eerie quiet of the pictures.
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