Fence | Rock Island, WA | 2008

Way up on the hill is a fence out of place. Not a cow or horse in sight. Deer can jump it easily. Trespassers who admire its sturdy lines can climb right over. Clearly, this fence is not so much a physical barrier as a mental boundary. Within its perimeter, close and comfortable, my thoughts graze calmly. But when I raise my gaze beyond the pasture — up there — my ideas leap like startled antelope.