stolen from The Guardian
and a few lines from Julie Williams’ Coming Up Into the Light
You can only hunker down so long & then the wind dies
or rushes on to some other place to do its damage…
Or, you can think out of the box.
stolen from The Guardian
and a few lines from Julie Williams’ Coming Up Into the Light
You can only hunker down so long & then the wind dies
or rushes on to some other place to do its damage…
Or, you can think out of the box.
I love this photo!
Ooh that’s lovely, shame about the wind farm ruining the view.
Philipa, you need to read the links. It’s all intertextutal.
moonbeam, thanks!
I love windmill farms, and this picture is great.
Glad you like it. To me, it’s a comment on living in harmony with nature and learning to deal with dark things in a positive manner.
Ok read the links, still think the windfarm looks like shit.
I don’t live in London or Oklahoma and tornados aren’t a big deal where I am so my tornado knowledge mostly comes from Dorothy and Toto. Nice poem though.