#pylons

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f0restpunk
f0restpunk
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picnmiks
picnmiks

no editing, taken a second apart. i love this camera

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pylonfisher
pylonfisher

check out r/pylons on reddit its mine come post pictures of ur local pylons yeah yeah yeah yeah !!

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confettiwhiskers
confettiwhiskers
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gonehome333
gonehome333

when i met you there underneath the powerlines, id start to cry

october 24’

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helledeh
helledeh

Pylon shots from a long drive :)


taken by me on iphone 12

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bl00d-hail
bl00d-hail

endless power lines, this site made my heart soar i was entranced by its repetitive splendor

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katiethekreator
katiethekreator

veiled angel

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katiethekreator
katiethekreator

26’’ tall pylon model, made by me using bamboo sticks, hot glue, silver spray paint, and assorted beads (apple for scale). It took me a solid three or four days to complete. I adore it but have nowhere to put it lol

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casa-anachar
casa-anachar

hey, everybody! i’m trying to track down a post about electric transmission towers/pylons (you know, the type with 1+ image(s) of the various styles of tower structure and probably also invitations to tag yourself/tag your favorite/vote like it’s about which ocean is the most f—able)…

  • if anyone remembers this post, can you please drop me a link in the comments?
  • if i’ve hallucinated this, can you please tell me so i can go do enough research to bring it into being?
  • if you’re not in either of the above camps, can you please reblog until somebody finds out?

thanks! and happy new year to at least somebody out there!

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t3xtr0vertde
t3xtr0vertde
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ukdamo
ukdamo

The Pylons

Stephen Spender

The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages
Of that stone made,
And crumbling roads
That turned on sudden hidden villages

Now over these small hills, they have built the concrete
That trails black wire
Pylons, those pillars
Bare like nude giant girls that have no secret.

The valley with its gilt and evening look
And the green chestnut
Of customary root,
Are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook.

But far above and far as sight endures
Like whips of anger
With lightning’s danger
There runs the quick perspective of the future.

This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek
So tall with prophecy
Dreaming of cities
Where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck.

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istandonsnowpiles
istandonsnowpiles

Morgan Boulevard Station

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vyva-melinkolya
vyva-melinkolya

Georgia, February ‘25

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daniello-avi
daniello-avi

it’s happening to everybody

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istandonsnowpiles
istandonsnowpiles

Waterfront Station

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sylvanyowl
sylvanyowl

pray

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sylvanyowl
sylvanyowl

I could never forget.

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sylvanyowl
sylvanyowl

where I begin.

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sylvanyowl
sylvanyowl

and they have never found me