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Imagery Diary 7/1/17

Pylons half hidden in mist, the cables crackle in the cloud and stop, like pencil lines rubbed out. The town is obscured, but as the mist slowly starts to lift, it makes ghosts of trees, of rooftops and chimneys, Victorian, haunted.

Thoughts

'The Year of the Pylons': Part Five - 'A New Flesh'

Figures in the Distance

Alien Atmospherics

Crystal Clouds

Warrior

An Alienated Perspective

Elegant Geometrics

At the Feet of Giants

The Masters

Coming Through the Trees… 10 more words

Photography

'The Year of the Pylons': Part Four - 'Leaf and Wire'

Emperor

The Future

Calculating Eternity

The Sentinel

Steel Solstice

The Humming Citadel

Form and Function

Space and Steel

Gleaming

All photos (c) Damian Mark Whittle

Photography

'The Year of the Pylons': Part Three 'The Source'

The System

The Watcher in the Woods

The Language of Pylons

Changes

Lines of Freedom

The Ultra

Blue and Red

Sanctuary

The Green Man

All photos (c) Damian Mark Whittle

Photography

'The Year of the Pylons': Part Two 'Always an Alien'

The Sunset of Humankind

Triangles Above

The Eye

Steel Diamond

The Red Dawn

Steel Harmony

The Signal

Barbed Wire and Steel

The Pattern

All photos (c) Damian Mark Whittle

Photography

'The Year of the Pylons': Part One 'The Coming of the Pylons'

The New Steel Lords

How the Sky Became Metal

The Children of Men

A Moment of Grace

The Humming

The Mother Pylon

The Red Dawn… 15 more words

Photography