In the rural West, fences are ubiquitous.
Love them or hate them, they’re everywhere, marking property boundaries, keeping livestock in or out (or not).
Some fences are all wood planks or posts, others wood or metal posts with barbed wire. Wooden gates are quickly being replaced with metal tube gates (and fencing) which aren’t nearly as aesthetically pleasing.
My eye is attracted to the geometry they impose on the landscape.
When my dogs and walk along roads in our valley, I often focus on the interesting lines and scenes made by fences, gates, and cattle chutes. Mother nature adds accents: fog, frost, sunlight, wildflowers. I take photos.
Which is what I did this afternoon while walking with the boys along a country lane. While I took photos, the boys ran along the ditches and dug through the snow for voles. In other words, a good time was had by all.
I have oh-so-many more photos like these taken over the years, enough to create a series of posts about rural fences through the seasons.
You’re been warned.