Holy cow! Always vigilant for feral dogs and mud swallows, I stumble upon a feral fence and live to tell the story!

Early Monday morning, post-dawnish:

Fog/gray/heavy wet air/lots of new wet snow.  It seemed a fine idea to see what that combination looked like over in the fields behind the church.

Yet…I was reluctant to go exploring in those beautiful fog-softened snow-covered acres.  At the top of my questions/concerns list was Do I really really feel a deep-seated need to go crawling around in the moist-ish snow and get all cold and soggy?

Not one to be hasty about these things, I did brew a pot of coffee and lingered a long while over that first cup while I mulled the issue. Other questions naturally followed: Where were my good wool socks? Which boots should I wear? What are the chances I can lose 5 pounds before I leave for Florida?

When nothing else came up that could divert me from leaving the house, I walked down the hill to the land belonging to the Sisters of St Francis.  I wandered a little deeper than usual into the fields and was rewarded by finding a fence which had enthusiastically gone native. (Think Fence Version of Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now!)

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I’ve finished each of these shots just a little differently because each seemed to ask for slightly different handling.

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I was out for maybe an hour. The fields were beautiful, the fence was a treasure and wet wasn’t a problem, not with good wool socks and the right boots.

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Beauty is twice beauty

and what is good is doubly good

when it is a matter of two socks

made of wool in winter.

Pablo Neruda

Comments
  1. Marjorie says:

    You’ve found the beautiful wabi-sabi history in this fence, forever universal in its setting boundaries for keeping in or keeping out. The reds are stellar!

    • Aren’t they, though? Thanks. Many of the shots I took couldn’t work because the fence has been so overgrown that it is nearly impossible to distinguish posts and wire from the vines and branches that embrace them.

  2. Barbara says:

    I’m still mulling “fog-softened snow-covered acres”–wonderful language, Pat.

  3. sedge808 says:

    ‘Where were my good wool socks?’

    Fab post & fotos.

  4. Interesting parallel with the mind of Col. Kurtz, but far more pleasing to the eye. Regarding deranged appearances, context is everything. As much as I like A.N., the derangement captured in your photos is far more nurturing.

  5. once an English major, always an English major…

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