I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
The movement of atmospheric air on a planet, or wind, has been around forever, and used by us in one way or another probably from the time we figured out it was much easier to get a mammoth upwind. It is potent, infinite, moody, unpredictable, sometimes scary and is everywhere.
Straight logic tempts you to try to get something out of the power that is capable of piling up fishing junks in some distant Yellow Sea port while rearranging the landscape in the Tornado Alley, at the same time. To attempt to harness the beast, get some use out of it.
The way we use energy these days we better think big straight away, from the conception of the technology. And here comes the answer of a respectable size – Wind Power Turbine. A trip to the wind farm brings a sense of scale to the little pictures of turbines in information brochures and magazines, we are more accustomed to. Standing at the foot of the steel tower, Linda is completely dwarfed by the structure.
Another dimension of close proximity to the farm is its sound, the beautiful and strange music of the wind muscling sail rotor around nacelle’s main shaft.
Would it be good enough to say that the power of the natural movement of air across the land or sea is the potential it is claimed to be? Let’s reason along these lines: as long as it doesn’t fill our air with fatal smoke, stop salmon on a pilgrimage to the stream of its nativity, dye pristine rivers in colours from the contemporary chemistry textbooks and bath seabirds in oil, it must be worth considering.
It may not be perfect but, in this point of technological time-space, it truly deserves the title of – Divine Power.