Love my solar panels…

Dave Borlace highlighted some current data from IRENA,  International Renewable Energy Agency, tracking the renewable power generation costs from the last decade. The costs continue to drop steadily.

We decided to install solar panels in the summer of 2017 and I’m so grateful we did. They’ve been humming along, quietly producing electricity for us (and our neighbours when we create more than we need) for nearly three years.

A friend asked me a couple of weeks ago, if I needed to do any maintenance on them, and if they had caused me any difficulty in repairs or other maintenance. No. I wouldn’t even notice I had them, except that I love to look at them.

Thanks to Viridian Energy Cooperative, for their excellent guidance and installation work.

 

 

 

Learned a few things…

I enjoy Dave Borlace’s youtube channel.
Here’s a bit from his ‘what’s it about’ section.

“The channel is not a debating forum about whether Human Induced Climate Change is a real phenomenon or not. If that’s what you’re after then I can highly recommend chat forums on Social Media, where people on both sides of the argument go round and round in circles achieving precisely nothing at all.”

He’s done a short analysis of Gibb’s and Moore’s recent “Planet of the Humans” that I think is thoughtful and I learned more than a few things.

I have long accepted the truism that human overpopulation is a big part of our planetary problems, but he effectively shifted my thinking.

You can choose to support his work on Patreon, if you find him informative. I do.

 

Let me rest my eyes

Let me rest my eyes

On something beautiful

My dog, sleeping.

A tulip green budded,

Tight lipped against the still cool morning

Sunlight

slipping between the trees like a

guilty teenager,

Touching crevices of bark,

Lifting them out of the shadows,

Awake

Let me fill my mind with

Love,

weathered fingers reaching out for mine,

Tendersharp sparks

that drift and fall back into the

night

Let me rest my soul

Upon the soft sea

lifting and rising,

Dipping

My small boat

We float and gaze at

white fluttering sails

Take me back.

Let me rest my eyes,

On something beautiful.

A new world

 

Sunlit tree bark

Pressed green cedar lace

Oyster pink blossoms, curving

around bees’ bottoms

Brown eyes soft, loosening

Once guarded secrets,

His mouth,

brimful of humour

The world is new again

And small.

I like it.

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