It had to come to this sooner or later. Power lines fetish is well documented, just search my tags for it. First thing I ever noticed about San Francisco was the power lines, because they are on poles instead of under ground, like in civilized countries, or maybe we like wooden poles in the middle of the sidewalk.
I call them power lines just for convenience, they might be all kinds of lines. Electric lines, telephone lines, cable cables, closed circuit TV, internet tubes, and private nanopipelines for delivering premium beer to people who deserve it.
There are multiple layers of wires in this picture, like in a shoebox jungle. Which brings up a question why they are no lianas hanging from the wires. Where is the ivy?