Lomography - a movement in which a modern technology is eschewed in favor of an older one. And the same can be said of wind farms. Forget nuclear, forget gas, petrol, coal - head back to the fields of Holland; to the plains of Spain; to the broads of East Anglia: to Don Quixoté and to windmills!
Scout Moor wind farm is situated on bleak moorland in the North West of England. One of 177 peaks of England that are at least 150m high (known as ‘Marilyns’), Scout Moor is a wonderful, windswept place. No surprise then, that it should be the location for the largest onshore wind farm in England.
I’ve always had a fascination with wind farms. Despite the basically centuries old technology, there is something extremely futuristic about them. The lines of the turbines, the graceful movement of the blades, and the noise of the wind is it drives those blades; it’s all quite magical to me. A wind farm brings to mind the literature of John Wyndham, of 1950’s sci-fi; a time when technology was both to be feared (in the atom bomb) and welcomed (in space travel, the automobile and – sadly – television).
So, armed with my Holga 120GN, a Lubitel 166U and a bargain buy Smena 8M (the 2c model), I headed up there with my girlfriend to get some shots of this magnificent location (and a place I can see from my bedroom window, no less). I was not disappointed. The landscape was wonderfully bleak, the sheep obligingly photogenic and the turbines themselves were majestic. It’s not too strong a word. I stood at the base of one in awe till I almost keeled over with dizziness at the sheer height of it.
They rose up from the moorland like our new turbine overlords, as if one day they would lift themselves up from their foundations, march down into the cities and towns and punish us for our wasteful society. But they don’t need to. Their presence is enough to remind us of such a wasteful society. Don’t fear the turbines people. They’re here to help.