Just thinking about the conversations that travel along these fragile lines, over hill, mountain, through forest..for thousands of miles, bringing good news, or not, and making people closer despite the distance. An old friend died recently, she was in her 80’s living in Houston Texas, and had been poorly for ages. All my life Marilyn has always been there at the end of a phoneline or email, offering love, wisdom and humour, and now I can’t phone her any more.
I am making a piece about this tenuous but vital link for an exhibition next week. I have gathered some ‘telegraph poles’ I found lying in the wood close to the lines shown above… here is a picture of how I found them, with Monty, co-explorer underneath