Through the Fence ...

The daisies are always brighter ...

On the other side of the fence!

Join us for "Friday Fences"!

Morning Glory on Fence

In another week one of my favorite walking places across the nearby wetlands will be off limits to even foot traffic (it's been closed to vehicles for a year or so to fix the road). So I'm glad I stopped the other morning and got some pictures of this morning glory peeking above the fence!

It's been a long time since I've been able to link up with "Friday Fences" - It's good to be back!

TTV Fence

This fence is one of the first TTV shots I took with an old Kodak Duaflex II camera I found at a thrift store last year.

I played with TTV for a while, then misplaced my Kodak ...

I recently found the old camera again, and can't wait for the weather to improve a little so I can go out and take some more OLD shots - "Through The Viewfinder".

It's "Friday Fences" time!

I have just heard breaking news about a horrible school shooting in Connecticut. My thoughts and prayers are with the families of those affected by this senseless tragedy. I just don't understand.

Abandoned Fence ...

Last week was so hard, with Dad being in the hospital after a major stroke (his prognosis is not good) ... all the running back and forth ... the stress and worry ... the grieving that comes when you have to prepare to lose someone you love ...

A bright moment in the darkness came when the abandoned church across the street was over-run with activity - an episode of the TV show "Grimm" was being filmed there.

I have never seen Grimm, but I from the sounds I heard coming from the set, I can only imagine what kind of creatures and situations they deal with! There was lots and lots of gunfire, and the occasional howling in the woods.

After 2 nights of shooting, they packed up and left.

They didn't pick up their props (like this chain link fence and barrels in the usually bare hallway) for a couple of days -

I was lucky to be able to get a couple of quick shots!

I specifically took this shot because

It's "Friday Fences" time!!!

A Seagull Picnic

I watched the gull, perched on the wooden fence, as he carefully inspected each and every car that passed by. 

My guess is he was waiting for someone to bring him a snack ...

After all, it was the perfect place for a seagull picnic!

(We did, however, decide to do our own lunch elsewhere)

It's "Friday Fences" time!!!

The Fence That Was

What used to be gravel is now pavement ...

Mailboxes that once nestled back from the street are now terrifyingly close to speeding traffic ...

The fences separating the rural properties have been torn down to make way for "progress", expansion and an ever-widening road ...

 

Like this one-time fenced-in mailbox.

With rusty chains hanging mutely ...

From the fence that was.

And now is not.

It's "Friday Fences" Time!

The Gate to Nowhere ... Another Take

When Farmer Bud decided to fix the hole in the barn door, he failed to keep in mind that he would eventually have to LEAVE!!!

It's "Friday Fences" time!!!

The Whispering Fence

It stands in mute testimony of times gone by.

When the fence at the edge of the property stood tall ... guarding the rest of the world from entering the grounds ...

Not that many tried to get in. 

It was scary, they said, to see the inmates.

Those labeled by society as too eccentric to be allowed to live among the rest of us "normal" people ...

Yes, most of them needed to be behind this fence.

Not to be hidden away, but to be safe. Safe from themselves; safe from the judgment of the world.

The fence was there to guard those locked inside from leaving.

To stay safe.

To stay medicated.

To recover, maybe, a semblance of life.

The "mental hospital" (it was NEVER called an "institution") closed a long time ago.

It sat vacant (and some say haunted) for years, then suddenly a housing development started to sprout.

The main building was torn down; an apartment complex sprung up in its place.

The owners of the new complex never told the tenants about the history of the land they were living on. They told them it was a research facility; or a retirement home.

The truth eventually came out, of course, but most of the tenants decided to stay.

And only the fence posts remain on the edge of the property ...

In mute testimony of times gone by.

Whispering memories to the grass.

Of those who once called this place home.

Friday Fences

Fence in Forest ...

I was walking in the woods when I came upon an old barbed wire fence ... it was all crunched up into a ball, and was slowly becoming part of the forest floor ...

It's "Friday Fences" time!

I am Goatie ... Fear Me!

I was wandering near the fence between my uncle's house and his neighbor's property. I hadn't seen the neighbor's goats for a while, but on this day this old fella was soaking up some sun in the field.

I got the very distinct feeling that the look in his eyes meant I should take the picture quickly and move on.
And don't I DARE go on his side of the fence!

It's FRIDAY FENCES time!!!

TTV Fun for Friday Fences

(My highly complicated and specialized TTV Equipment)
(LOL)

I always wondered why there were coffee cans perched on top of my uncle's fence posts.
I finally asked him ...
Uncle Dale, a man of (very) few words answered thusly ... "RAIN. ROT."

NOW I get it!

(P.S. - It's Friday Fences time!!!)

A plain hedge I've walked by many times without really seeing became a jungle of reds and greens. It makes me wonder how much beauty do I walk by every day ... and not even notice???

Wheelbarrow Jail ...

I wanted to liberate them, but I couldn't afford the bail!

It's Friday Fences time!!!

Gate to Nowhere ... Or Everywhere

It's Friday Fences time!
Come join us!