The Lightning Field gets props from Wired.

It’s a nice article. Of course, it doesn’t – can’t – communicate the utter quiet of the huge valley surrounded by mountains on all sides, in the middle of which are you, with your four hundred lightning rods and your cabin. There were grey rabbits, or maybe hares, living underneath the stairs of the cabin last August, reasonably cautious but unafraid of people.

No TV, no computers, no telephone service except for an emergency landline. Huge orange moon looking in the window, and in the morning, cicadas and a groundhog eight feet away from you, going about his business. Twenty-four hours of stillness.