Today, walking the dogs through the neighborhood with my camera, a subject caught my attention: Fences.
I saw a variety of designs and purposes: both utilitarian and decorative.
A few appeared to be for the purpose of keeping things in: dogs, horses, mulch, flowers:
One was clearly built with the sole purpose of hiding something unattractive: an HVAC system or utility box:
Many were obviously there to keep things out: other people or animals such as bears (not out of the question here in the Sierras during these days of drought):
And then there were those that contributed to the overall beauty or character of the house:
They can even serve to hold things up:
Fences are powerful metaphors, and it’s fairly easy to apply them to human behavior. I won’t go into detail because you will figure it out yourself.
I’m going to post an older poem of mine about fences and invite you to join in with one of your own. A short story or essay would be great, too. You can either use the Mr. Linky icon below or add the direct URL to your work in the comments. Feel free to use any of these photos–but I would appreciate the credit for them if you do!
Why do we build fences? They can’t hold out wind,
or leaves that flutter from neighbors’ yards into ours.
A flock of quail descends into our spent garden and feasts,
pilfering seeds that would have been fertile in the spring.
Remember the night raccoons purloined our koi?
Or how in summer we lay awake, listening to the long,
long, short, long whistle of the trains, into, out of Reno, dragging loads
of who-knows-what to destinations east and west? Sound’s intrusion.
Tonight, my fears are not of robbers or of things that harm.
What scares me most is what’s within—the limits of closed minds.
Have a wonderful week of writing and life. On Thursday, I will be hosting Meeting the Bar over at dVerse and hope you will show up there with a poem of your own. A short clue to get your muse in gear…patterns.