Wife Lila and I were over in Jackson to see Carla Jordan at the new Cape Girardeau County History Center on Thursday. All the parking was taken up, so we circled the block hoping a spot would open up. Just as I turned west, she let out a shriek, “Stop the car!!!”
I thought I might have run over an armadillo or something, so I locked down the brakes. It turned out that she had seen the almost full moon and wanted to get out to take a photo of it.
I shot an obligatory photo of the orb, but that wasn’t what got ME excited.
A great nerve
In the early ’90s, I attended a conference on telephone technology where the cover of one of the handouts featured the 1851 Nathaniel Hawthorne quote below. That’s about the only thing I remember from the conference, truth be told.
Is it a fact—or have I dreamt it—that by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time? Rather, the round globe is a vast head, a brain, instinct with intelligence: or shall we say it is itself a thought, nothing but thought, and no longer the substance which we dreamed it.
As soon as I saw the sunlight glinting off the utility lines, I thought of those lines. (You can click on the photos to make them larger.)
We’re already obsolete
I just remembered one other thing about that conference. Another speaker broke the news that the new ACD (Automatic Call Distribution) telephone switch we had just spent close to half a million bucks on was already Old Technology. To prove it, he brandished a USA Today newspaper he had picked up in the lobby.
“Leaf through the ads in this paper,” he challenged. “See how many of them have a telephone number in them and then count how many contain a web address.”
I didn’t rush back to tell that to management.
“Waldo” (1942) is a short story by Robert A. Heinlein. It treats Tesla’s vision of “broadcast power.” Your sub-head “We’re already obsolete” echoes that! RAH’s story still touches that vibrating nerve!
Preston,
I was never much of a sci-fi reader, but I’ll have to look that one up. Thanks for the tip.
Beautiful images….and a gifted eye….serendipity.
Sweet light…. while electrons take flight. Sweet story, as always.
I love all these shots. You seem to always be in the right place at the right time.
Margi, I’ve always liked reflections on power lines, but I’m usually in a hurry or not in a place where I can stop to shoot them. Thanks to Lila, I HAD to stop.
stunning photos, from both you and Lila. as always, thanks