For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
From Edward Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Man, that ladder really belies the size of these things, really puts it into perspective. I'm glad you included it. I have to wonder, though, if anyone from the power company is seeing this and wondering who the trespasser is. :D)