I took some great photos of telephone lines along the coast from Mugu down into Malibu. It was a foggy morning, too, so the shots were spooky as well!
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Great fun!
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I have strong memories of the lines that ran from HWY 297 to my house when I was a kid. They sang. Birds rested on them and when the weight was too much, the lines broke and birds died.
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Oh no! That’s a lovely memory but also very sad!
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I took some great photos of telephone lines along the coast from Mugu down into Malibu. It was a foggy morning, too, so the shots were spooky as well!
Great fun!
I have strong memories of the lines that ran from HWY 297 to my house when I was a kid. They sang. Birds rested on them and when the weight was too much, the lines broke and birds died.
Oh no! That’s a lovely memory but also very sad!