Loggers clearing trees along the powerline: chainsaws scream, then drop to a low growl. The soft thump of a tree hitting the ground.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: powerline
This could be March, were it not for...
This could be March, were it not for the late, slow-rising sun. The powerline right-of-way is a band of yellow light through the dark woods.
Also tagged sunrise
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Chipmunks cluck—a hillside of...
Chipmunks cluck—a hillside of leaky faucets. Over by the powerline, a crow is venting what sounds like frustration: a hollow ach ach ach.
From the vicinity of the powerline&#...
From the vicinity of the powerline—a stripe of sunlight through the woods—the sporadic want… want… want of a buck coming into rut.
Also tagged deer
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Just past sunrise, the powerline is...
Just past sunrise, the powerline is a tongue of light off through the woods. A heavy contrail drifts toward the sun like a deepening frown.
Cold, clear, and still. Three dark...
Cold, clear, and still. Three dark silhouettes of deer half-running, half-dancing through the laurel with the sun-flooded powerline beyond.
Also tagged deer, mountain laurel
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