Myriad Things Electric
Where do they come from? Where do they go? In the more frolicsome days of youth, I would head out into the woods to follow dark streams, stony and thin—or sometimes game trails—just to see where things might lead. These days, I find myself tracing power lines through the corridors of transmission. Like Hades himself, they are everywhere and usually go unnoticed. Sometimes they lead to Boonville, New York.
