I loved the gleam of evening sunlight along these overhead wires, so I snapped this picture and then went searching for a poem on power lines to see if I could find something more evocative than “Evening sunlight on power lines” to make a good title for this post. All I could find were poems about “power,” though. So I went with a line from one of my faves 😄
About Katherine Wikoff
I am a college professor (PhD in English, concentration rhetoric) at Milwaukee School of Engineering, where I teach film and media studies, political science, digital society, digital storytelling, writing for digital media, and communication. While fragments of my teaching and scholarship interests may quite naturally meander over to my blog, this space is intended to function as a creative outlet, not as part of my professional practice. Opinions are my own, etc.
Katherine Wikoff 
Not sure why but there is something poetic about those electrical lines. I love the sound they make when they clack together in the wind.
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Your “sound” reference makes me think of one of my favorite songs, “Wichita Lineman.”
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A classic from my youth. Haven’t thought of it or Glen Campbell in years!
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“The sun’s glare on the electric lines scorched my pupil’s like an overloaded fuse box”
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That certainly plays well to my sense of drama. Love it!
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Thanks, I take that as a compliment coming from you. My inspiration came from my long drive home last night into the sun and reading your blog in the evening.
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