Poincaré
wind bursts across central washington's columbia plateau, rustles through the sagebrush patches like mold on yellow dirt and the wine-blue grape clusters ripened to mush on the vine and the cantilevered seven ton white blades perched above the cliffs, fiberglass-composite stylites who have been waiting for weeks to receive this. tendon cables groan as the blades turn in the wind, their generators dumping power into the western electrical grid. the market anticipates and responds instantly, dolla…