These much ignored pieces of rural and urban furniture finally have a website of their own.
This is not the site to visit for technical information pertaining to telegraph poles. You'll find nothing about 10KVa transformers, digital telephone networking or even so much as a single volt.
This is a website celebrating the glorious everyday mundanitude of these simple silent sentinels the world over.
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We don't care what the wires contain either. They all carry electricity in some way be it the sparky stuff which boils your kettle, or the thinner stuff with your voice in it when you're on the phone.
Special thanks to (#0620) John Cranston for this wonderfully atmospheric shot. With a backdrop of 152 searchlights, it was taken 80 years ago this month and the light is coming from a live gig at the Nuremberg Stadium featuring the top act of 1936, Hitler and the Nazis.
The ghoulish may wish to see more at http://mashable.com/2016/09/18/nuremberg-rallies/#OVuv1IMYMaqs
IMAGE: ULLSTEIN BILD/ULLSTEIN BILD VIA GETTY IMAGES
Mover and shaker in US power poles and long time friend to this society, Carter Wall, has written with this every day tale of country folk.
Well, I have moved to the country since we last spoke, happily living on a dirt road with no mobile service, no cable television - we are very remote. But we DO have phone and electric service, which means we have poles, of course. We also have our Beloved Town Eccentrics, who have Charming Rural Customs. One of my neighbors, who is well known in the area for his courageous resistance to government oppression, which includes refusing to make use of the town dump or pay for his utilities, has thriftily re-purposed the pole outside his house - see picture - and yes, the phone works.)
But could it just be that you've discovered the rural residence of New York's most effectual, most tip-top, Top Cat?
Taking Aaron, the family aardvark, out for a walk the other evening I became somewhat delicate from a creosotic obnoxious effluvium as I rounded a bend. Up there by Llyn Clywedog Reservoir in the hills. A '16 pole. Yes, planted in 2016, but also preserved in 2016. That's the telegraph poleic equivalent of having a 2016 pound coin (presuming you're reading this shortly after I wrote it) or getting a Kevin Hector in your bubble gum footy cards (back in the day). So. Take the left off the roundabout in Llanidloes (there's only one) and then the road past the dam and follow your nose to this lovely, if bland looking, 10m Light pole. 3I being the wood yard apparently.
As ever, click the images to enlarge.