These pictures are all small, all clickable. This is part of the walk Daniel and I took yesterday. Less pretty than the pics from Sunday's post, though. As I mentioned, VELCO is running their pleasantly named Northwest Reliability Project through our back yard, essentially. It makes me very sad that we have become such slaves to the plug that we're removing our lungs to make sure the respirators will keep working.
Looking north from the corner of our property. See the 2 power poles? One is just about behind and to the right of the single pine. The other is to it's left. That's the one were going to see.
There's a trail behind those pine trees, it's off the west-ish corner of the grassy field. It heads sorta parallel to the treeline, so you can't see the pole from the top of the trail. But the clearing for the right of way becomes obvious pretty quickly.
Just before we clear the woods into the wetlands area - look at all that clear cutting.
Look to the left, there's that pole we're heading for. The line turns 90ยบ at this pole, it arrives from the east and turns north.
To the right the stream continues. the power line will more or less follw this ravine. That's the vet's office on the hill.
A closer shot of the ravine. They've started cutting smaller trees but haven't cleared any of the mess yet.
Not all of the trees are small. I have no doubt that this tree was older than the guy who cut it down.
As we walk toward the pole, the extent of the clearing becomes more and more plain. There were fewer trees on the north side of the brook than on our side, and the top of the ravine was a corn field.
There's the pole. Surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. They've had to put straw bails and landscape fabric to hold back the runoff we'll certainly have in the spring. I shudder to think what's going to wash down into the brook.
The pole is far more substantial than it looks from a distance. Bigger around than Cute Boyfriend, and probably 80 feet tall. From the top of the ravine, though it's hardly visible, even with the trees bare.
Our sometimes beaver pond, most times wetlands (it sounds soooooo good down here in the spring) remains untouched, thank goodness. Let's end on a happy note, yes?
Looking north from the corner of our property. See the 2 power poles? One is just about behind and to the right of the single pine. The other is to it's left. That's the one were going to see.
There's a trail behind those pine trees, it's off the west-ish corner of the grassy field. It heads sorta parallel to the treeline, so you can't see the pole from the top of the trail. But the clearing for the right of way becomes obvious pretty quickly.
Just before we clear the woods into the wetlands area - look at all that clear cutting.
Look to the left, there's that pole we're heading for. The line turns 90ยบ at this pole, it arrives from the east and turns north.
To the right the stream continues. the power line will more or less follw this ravine. That's the vet's office on the hill.
A closer shot of the ravine. They've started cutting smaller trees but haven't cleared any of the mess yet.
Not all of the trees are small. I have no doubt that this tree was older than the guy who cut it down.
As we walk toward the pole, the extent of the clearing becomes more and more plain. There were fewer trees on the north side of the brook than on our side, and the top of the ravine was a corn field.
There's the pole. Surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. They've had to put straw bails and landscape fabric to hold back the runoff we'll certainly have in the spring. I shudder to think what's going to wash down into the brook.
The pole is far more substantial than it looks from a distance. Bigger around than Cute Boyfriend, and probably 80 feet tall. From the top of the ravine, though it's hardly visible, even with the trees bare.
Our sometimes beaver pond, most times wetlands (it sounds soooooo good down here in the spring) remains untouched, thank goodness. Let's end on a happy note, yes?
3 comments:
I hate clear cutting. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
The big world intrudes everywhere.
I wish I could show you a picture of how lush and beautiful my little village was only a short 30-40 years ago. McMansions now sprawl all over places I used to walk through to school. I hate it.
Thanks for stopping by-the "girly" colors I'm using make things brighter this time of year. I think it improves my mood somehow.
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