How You Gonna See Me Now

Evening all,

Now i'm aware that photos of wind turbines can attract the same level of frenzied,teeth gnashing,spittle flecked,vitriol throwing condemnation only matched by an admission to finding Stephen Fry rather too syrupy and pleased with himself to occupy a slot on prime time tv, or recognising that however cool Brian Cox seems to think he is, he is still called Brian!

That is, wind turbines do seem to be the universal symbol for "blot on the landscape" or "conservation gone mad".

However, i have to say that i like them, and somehow like a structural Bjork or Jo Whiley, i find them strangely attractive.

I especially like them on a day when, as the skies start to darken, and the rain begins to drip down with an increasing regularity, they leap out of the landscape at you and beg to be blipped.

How could i refuse, especially as this one leapt forward, breaking ranks and volunteering to occupy the foreground for me...unless the others did the old army trick of one step backward....

"How You Gonna See me now? Please don't see me ugly"
Alice Cooper