The Conglomerate Lode

I am fascinated with utility towers elevating technology; back when my mind is open and easily impressed, around 7-8 years old, family vacations to the northwest portion of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and the former copper-mining town of Atlantic Mine nurtures the once developed town catered to miners extracting the red metal from the bowels of the earth now second growth, sage scent quietness enthralls.  The abandoned railway running in front of grandmother’s house we stroll along is intersected by a line of self-supporting transmission towers that ascend up and over hills into the vast horizon.  This quaint, magical episode in life sets the stage and from those days to the ones I enjoy now and into the future transmission towers unseen by dog-walkers, park-goers, and pee-wee soccer stretch through knolls of green grass stands of birch or white pine, along railroad right-of-ways wide paths of land cleared beneath as if a sidewalk add a sense of imagination, seclusion, isolation, off the beaten path.

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