“But on the other side
It didn’t say nothin’
That side was made
For you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land...”
On one of my favorite walking detours— to the nearby cell tower—close to my forest. (The company really doesn’t care, but it still feels a little subversive.)
Further along the walk, up the hill, the forest makes way for a clearcut. It offers a sweeping view, a chance for contemplation, and for listening to all the sounds.
I love taking photos of cell towers, the way they catch the light of a setting sun.
The next photo is the hay field at my neighbor’s, whose property is like a private park.
Finally, a look back over the hayfields and the sun setting behind the hills to the north(!!!) Look closely and you’ll see the cell tower on the right.
