Showing posts with label telephone pole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label telephone pole. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2014

Bird on a Wire


I love things like this, a few spare lines 
against the background. 
In this case, a blue and white morning sky
provides the backdrop for electric wires and
their insulators. The little dove manages
to balance the whole thing.
Then, of course, it's inevitable ... 


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

For the Want of a Nail ...


Harry's memorial cross became a paint stirrer.


And who knows how many
garage sales, lost kitties, wandering dogs,
homes for sale, missing people,
wedding showers, birthday parties,
manicure salons, and lemonade stands
have been promoted over the years?
For these, only the nails remain.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Nailed It


Sometimes my motto is "Fucked up is good."
Strung at odd angles, the orange tape suited the coloration
 of both the pole and the yellow numbers.
Otherwise, it was all screwed up and out of place,
which is why I liked it.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Textured Tuesday



An old telephone pole had been replaced recently, 
its cut sections left in a pile near the street 
for pick-up at a later date.
Looking closely at its remains, one can see 
the story of both its work-life
and the many years before it was cut down.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Textured Tuesday: Rubber Bondage


Nailed, tagged, branded and trussed. 
Somebody must've thought this telephone pole might try to escape. 
It's not as though it hasn't been doing it's job; not only has it
been supporting the wires and cables to carry thousands 
of messages, but it's served as a community bulletin board, 
holding signs for everything from yard sales and lost pets
to posters for missing children.


Oh, yeah, I forgot about this.

 

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Take 'em As I Find 'em



There they are, a whole crowd of porcelain doll heads, all facing forward awaiting a new assignment. No hair, painted hair, or crooked and matted hair, these dolls have seen better days. Some eyes are painted on, others are glass, while many are missing altogether. No matter, they all have the same vacant stare and appear a bit, well, cracked


And how many glassy-eyed drivers side-swiped this utility pole before a piece of steel was installed to protect it from further harm? Based on the many deep scratches and gouges, shielding the pole was definitely necessary because few drivers seemed to have avoided it, before or since.