At my regular MAX stop, there are concrete light poles.
A couple of days ago, as I walked from the parking lot to the MAX station, I heard a mourning dove. The previous morning, I’d heard a dove and quickly found it, not in the trees, but on the power lines. This day, I didn’t see it on the power lines or in the trees.
With a little more searching and looking from another angle, I found the dove on the pole. He was peering down, watching the commuters.
This picture is interesting because all the diagonal lines make the pole look bent and leaning.1 It’s actually straight up and down and not bent. Looking at the sky to either the left or right of the pole seems to change the perceived bend.
A quick stop at Arco in Downey. A quick shot of a power pole. And back into the traffic.
After taking the picture of the oak tree, I left my camera hanging on its strap around my neck as a continued biking home. Wouldn’t you know, I had to stop for a red light. So I did what I normally do with my camera: take a picture of a pole.
During lunch, I have been biking over to inspect the construction on Brookwood Parkway and NW Huffman Street.1 There is a new industrial park going in north of Huffman and Brookwood is being widened to include more lanes, bike lanes, and sidewalks. Just this week, all the trees along the sides and in the median were removed.
This pole at the east end of Huffman attracted my attention. More specifically, the weights on the right side that direct the connections between the lines. I don’t think I’ve seen weights used like this before, so I will start looking for other poles using them.2
A chill in the air decreases the spacing between the birds on the wire. Nearly a month ago, when the weather was warmer, fewer birds were more widely spaced.
Am I the only one reminded of aphids?
While driving last week, I noticed something strange: a row of power poles had their transmission lines suspended from large pulleys. I’d not seen that before.
The power poles are only a short detour from my typical lunchtime bike ride so I went to investigate earlier this week. One of the workers said they are stringing transmission lines to a new substation. Once the lines are in place, they’ll lift the lines from the pulleys and attach them directly to the insulators.
By today, they had started that process.
This pole1 2 presides over a busy intersection. As I stood in the field by the pole, snapping pictures of the pole’s ID plate and then up at its hardware, I wondered what the people sitting in their cars were thinking. How long before I have to explain to a police officer that I think power poles are beautiful?