What did we do
for entertainment before the wind generators moved in? What will we do when the job is done and the
workers move on? When the traffic on the
local roads reverts to a dozen vehicles a day instead of a dozen every five
minutes?
Better make hay while
the sun shines.
Six blades came
and went—delivered to the wrong address.
Some giant pocket gophers went to work in the summer fallow.
A crane crept
across the fields unloading stuff—the main generator?
A really big crane
appeared and began erecting tower bases.
It first hooked
up to the top of the base.
And up it comes.
Almost home, and then it is there.
Notice the guy at
the top unhooking the crane from the base.
To truly appreciate this, you have to know that this
has to line
up those holes around the rim with these little fellows:
And of course,
remember that it’s this big.
Don't miss the human in the foreground. And the animal that raised the tube left its tracks, er sort of. It still has its tracks. It won't take much of an outdoorsman to track it.
The paw that left the imprint is in the foreground.
A bigger crane lurks somewhere near. There has to be a bigger one. This one can't reach the top.
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