Power lines are fascinating.
They are just there, just always above almost everything. Some of them more organized than others. A lot of them are tangled and messed up in so many ways- but they still manage to do what they’re supposed to do. They don’t seem to be much, but they mean business.
They sometimes break, bend, burn and die but they mostly don’t because, like what I said they’re always above almost everything. But sometimes they are not. And they’re beautiful for that.