A Creative Vision: A Solar Field of Dreams
It’s my birthday today!
For those who are under the impression I am a young thing (guffaw) I will reveal that I was born in the sixties. Hmm – I just had a thought – that might explain my strange brain 😉
That’s my brother Daniel on the trike and me on the plastic tractor – haha (I was a Crook back then – Crook by name, Crook by nature) in the backyard of our little house in Indooroopilly, Brisbane.
The kids and I have been a bit sick with the flu. It started with Michael, followed shortly by Tessa and then me. Husband – Andy the Great – rarely gets sick, which I think is highly unfair given he is a smoker and fond of the odd beer or two or …
Tessa and I are still a bit under the weather but I’ve had worse flu, so can’t complain. I might be able to struggle to the shops in the afternoon to buy a cake of some sort and maybe a bag of wild raspberries (lollies that is).
Just ignore me – I am prone to a life of exaggeration.
Since it’s my birthday I think I will give myself permission to have a little daydream into the future.
What do you think of this as an idea? A mere seed which may or may not germinate (depending on the prevailing winds, rain, sunshine and finances).
A Solar Field of Dreams
Or to be more precise, a field of solar panels – an array of solar panels on sunny land, shaped like the sun or maybe forming a word like poetry or art.
The solar panels would collect energy from the sun and transfer that energy to our house to be used as the main source of electricity. Our car would be electric with the ability to be plugged into the domestic supply (ala solar powered car).
Excess power will go back to the Grid and we would be paid as a supplier of solar energy.
But, there’s more!
The solar array would also be a work in progress Poetry as Art installation.
Every solar stand (think solar panel on legs) would have a place for one of my weather-proof poems and maybe some photos and commissioned art.
The array then becomes a solar field of dreams:
Solar Field of Dreams
collecting poetry and art.
to save the environment
with creativity in the sun.
What would the Brigidine nuns (if they were alive) think of me now 😉