Saturday, 3 May 2014

View from the bridge

The lake shivers as cool breezes send ripples skittering across muted waters; fracturing grey sky reflections and shadow trees. Coots ride the wrinkles, bobbing and swaying in natural rhythm with  clumps of soft swaying rushes, and the quiet fall of rain.

Up above, white smoke weaves its way through leaden clouds and the march of pylons striding past abandoned factories and rusting skeletons of an area as yet untouched by regeneration....
... and all the while tall turbines spin madly on.

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