While driving last week, I noticed something strange: a row of power poles had their transmission lines suspended from large pulleys. I’d not seen that before.
The power poles are only a short detour from my typical lunchtime bike ride so I went to investigate earlier this week. One of the workers said they are stringing transmission lines to a new substation. Once the lines are in place, they’ll lift the lines from the pulleys and attach them directly to the insulators.
This pole1 presides over a busy intersection. As I stood in the field by the pole, snapping pictures of the pole’s ID plate and then up at its hardware, I wondered what the people sitting in their cars were thinking. How long before I have to explain to a police officer that I think power poles are beautiful?
We dropped by NW 23rd, celebrating Ashley’s recent birthday with desserts at Papa Haydn. Waiting for a table for seven, we wandered a while and I snapped some shots. Fireside’s marquee, with its neon accents and witty epigram, won the evening.1
Rethinking, I would award the win to the hazelnut huckleberry cheesecake I enjoyed for dessert. Mmm… :-) ↩