I understand the need for alternative fuel and energy sources, I really do.
But I was stunned the other day at the sight of thousands of wind turbines lining the slopes of the San Gorgonio Pass as I descended the San Jacinto Mountains into Palm Springs, California.
Am I wrong in thinking this “wind farm” is a hideous visual blight of monstrous proportions?
“Oops!” I told myself, “Not so fast. Take a deep breath. Pluck out your critical eye and plug in your creative eye and see if it could be otherwise.”
Wind turbines need wind, obviously. (Although those propellers look to me suspiciously like they are rotating at a constant speed, and in fact Wikipedia confirms that there is a gearbox and a generator to “more efficiently” regulate their rotation.) And the gateway into the Coachella Valley, the San Gorgonio Pass, is, appropriately enough, one of the windiest places in Southern California.
A la the measured symmetry and balance and jazz-like rhythms of Piet Mondrian, perhaps?
Dare I suggest any kind of comparison to Christo’s Running Fence?
Such a stark man-made addition could hardly be said to enhance the natural landscape but might the abstract arrangement of those twirling “Mercedes Benz logos” at least render a defiled scene a bit more tolerable?
Well, I wasn’t convinced either.
But an open mind has to at least consider the possibility.
In the distance I could see a train chugging toward me. Instinctively, as I so often do while traveling, I swerved off the road and frantically began to search for the perfect vantage point before my photo op slipped over the horizon. GPS helps immensely because you can visualize at a glance which turns lead to dead ends or not, and you can never really get lost. That I often cause massive traffic mahem behind me when I exit erratically is just acceptable collateral damage, as I see it. 🙂
I hoped to frame the train against the wind turbines, thinking there might be some kind of latent symbolism to the image. I did get a picture, but it wasn’t anything to brag about.
Then, still firing off shots on full automatic as the train roared by and tooted at me, a title popped into my mind’s eye: THREE CENTURIES OF ‘PROGRESS’. Note (below) the 19th C. locomotive, 20th C. electricity, and 21st C. turbines converting kinetic energy into wind power.
But still no joy in Mudville. So far I had wasted an hour driving in circles staring mostly into the sun with no luck slicing out of the visual pie an aesthetically pleasing image.
And then, suddenly, there it was!
Mission accomplished! I had proved to my satisfaction the old adage, “Look, and ye shall see,” and now I could breathe a sigh of relief.
🙂 [Well, I made that quote up; don’t tell anyone.] 🙂
Pleased with my perseverance, I U-turned and inched back along the gravel road toward the main highway. The sun was no longer in my eyes and I could see clearly now.
And that was the problem, because once again there was no escaping the ugly truth of what lay before me.
Hmnn… Can the subversive ne’er-do-well artist in me tempt anyone into seeing the abstract lyricism of a Wassily Kandinsky painting in this visual turbulence?
🙂 All you have to do is add color & a grain of salt 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂