Last time I was in Wisconsin, I’d given myself the task of photographing fences. It was supposed to be sunny and 84. It was 69 and overcast, and while I was out riding around, it started to rain. Still, I get some shots.
Fences are interesting. They keep things in, they keep things out, but always they are a barrier of some kind. My favorite is wattle fencing. One day, I hope to be in a place where I can construct one. I have yet to spot one on my travels.
I know a tree will grow around wire, nails, horseshoes, or pretty much anything people have stuck on or in it. But this was a fence post. It’s not alive as far as I can tell; no shoots springing out of its top. But it seems to have grown around the barbed wire. I was so tempted to draw a face on it. I can see the eyes on this thing.
Tomorrow, Fences, Part 2.