Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Power to the people

Loath 'em or loath 'em, pylons seem to be an essential part of our infrastructure. I seem to recall reading that overhead power lines are about ten times cheaper than buried cables. I suppose that's because buried cables have to be at a lower voltage than overhead ones, therefore they need to be thicker to cope with the increased current: thicker cables = more copper = more expense. So we're stuck with pylons.


These are near Sutton Stop on the north Oxford; they were nicely lit by the evening sun on 3rd April.


Can't complain really. After all, one of the main uses of canals was the transport of coal, which every early power station burnt.

2 comments:

  1. Whenever I see pylons striding across the landscape, I remember Stephen Spender's wonderful poem 'Pylons'.

    The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages
    Of that stone made,
    And crumbling roads
    That turned on sudden hidden villages

    Now over these small hills, they have built the concrete
    That trails black wire
    Pylons, those pillars
    Bare like nude giant girls that have no secret.

    The valley with its gilt and evening look
    And the green chestnut
    Of customary root,
    Are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook.

    But far above and far as sight endures
    Like whips of anger
    With lightning's danger
    There runs the quick perspective of the future.

    This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek
    So tall with prophecy
    Dreaming of cities
    Where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck.

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  2. Stunning photos, Halfie. The skies are more like a Turner painting than photography. Beautiful...I ust say I rather like pilons...just as I also like cranes. Big steel frameworks that soar into the sky really appeal to me.

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