A fence has become more than one way of marking property to mark delineate-how a five-dollar word. “I set this fence exactly where my line is running.” Superfluous. The demarcation should indicate the “exact position”.
For a long time, fences served as a high opportunity to show themselves. You will see exactly that a place is cordoned off and often see that the owner has great pain with his fence. Often the owner of black fences has designed so that it resembles a Kentucky board fence, but they will neither see horses nor cattle. Near the driveway with the brick columns and a wrought -iron bow you can see a noble sign. It will say something like “The Blowhard Estate, Est. 1899”. So. Why I bet you even enter a horse in the derby every year.
On the back streets I insisted in places with enough white fence to line the Mexican border. A place has a huge fountain in the middle of its drive, which is lined with many Palmetto tree. Maybe the owner came from Miami. Maybe the owner has an ego.
All of this fence business came to me when I came across a fence with a split-rail fence. I immediately thought of the pioneers. Her block fence, also known as a zigzag fence, also known as snake rail fence, looked good -looking and of course. I liked it so much that I photographed it. I have never stopped to photograph one of these “horse pastures” black fences.
In the zigzag now … the pioneers knew something practical when they saw it. A split-rail fence does not need any postal holes. Only a few tools are needed. And if they moved, they could take their fence with them and command sections for particularly brutal winter night.
In my days in the red clay, Rocky South, I have after Posthole -Diggers and it was not fun. In my days in the moist, curved south, I devoted days to remove mildew from mom's vinyl fences. Malus and painful.
Pain is right. In my days of the AXE grip baseball, a fly ball rose. I jumped up and fell backwards into a barbed wire fence that was camouflaged in a sweet hinge. My back looked like the American flag … white strips of meat and blood flows. The Indians had the right to name barbed wire rope. It is difficult to think of the large levels without remembering cowboys and Indians and Range Wars and Bison. The devil's rope changed everything.
Today we see all sorts of fences in all kinds of states. Flawless. Dilapidated and fall. Rot. HELENE fences crushed. Data protection fences of every color. Fences from granite. Cyclone (chain link) fences. Data protection fences. Green steel post fences with its white tops. If it were in my strength, I would snap my fingers and convert every steel fence into the classic old cedar fence with three rope strands of the devil. You just don't see much cedar post fences anymore. Too bad.
The rare Hedgerow fence likes the senses. They bloom sweet in spring and the birds love them. “If there is a hedgerow in your hedges, don't be alerted, it is only the spring queen for the May queen.” LED Zeppelin's way, praises the coming of spring.
As I said, fences tell us a lot. They speak with the pragmatic ways of man, to his ownership paths, his selfish ways and his tendency to live with decay.
A final note for the classic split-rail fence. I see a couple here and there. They tell me that their owners appreciate the story and a rustic path to mark limits. They also tell me that, like so many others, they want to show where their freedom of movement ends. There was a time, you know when nobody owned the country. Fences and Homestead laws – two elements of civilization – have changed this.