Connections

The sun poked through the grey, illuminating this old pole which carries electricity to the older bungalows which border us. Our lines are all underground. I wonder if, when this pole reaches it's shelf life, the power company will finally liaise with all the other utility providers and probe under the soil for a new routing, otherwise replacing the poles is going to cause a lot of tears; this one is already at least 10º off the vertical.

It really is green, I haven't gone daft with the tones. Algae rules, the tiniest of life forms yet it swamps Cornwall at this time of year when it's damp.