Day 244 of Wonder

It's easy to not see something that is always there. These lines cut a swath through the fields and vineyards next to my hometown and are for the most part an ugly reminder of our dependency on electricity to power our modern lives. Just occasionally I tune into them, sometimes literally and on this occasion was struck by the immensity of their presence. Perhaps a strange thing to become struck with wonder over, but despite their questionable presence, they exude a certain quiet humming energy.