The Lightning Field isn’t about lightning at all. It’s about being human in a landscape so vast you feel at once diminutive and expansive. The poles measure all that distance and when the stars shine, outer space feels utterly palpable. Beyond scrub and sky, the poles point to purple mountains, tracing their tops and piercing the blue above. At 4:35, their tips catch the sun and glow like flames. At 6:15, they look like fluorescent bulbs standing on end, flattening to a steely blue up close. The resplendence fills me with emotion, bringing to mind everything leading here.