Oh the woes of above-ground power. I grew up with it strung high in the alleys, crossing mid-street just once to hop to the next block. Come to think of it, here in Somerville it’s also behind the homes. But it’s mangled, it’s dense, and it’s right at eye level from the back deck.
I think the above mar on open sky was largely the result of some newly constructed townhouses. I bet’cha this wasn’t in the architectural rendering that pre-sold the places. It’s right outside, it’s in your view from your front door.
I guess I’ve just been thinking about spaces and neighborhoods lately. I’m moving soon, leaving the homey lands of Somerville for the pressurized density of historic hills. Where there’s no yard and the property lines must run somewhere down the middle of shared walls.
With no visible power lines.