Fence | Cashmere, WA | November 2019
This new fence teases the eye with visual contrast. But it faces every fence’s fate — fail, fall, fix. “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” wrote poet Robert Frost about the breakdown of a stone fence between him and a neighbor. I frequently witness that truth. Each spring, a rancher’s truck idles at the fence line while he and his son re-string wire and re-set posts. Our own rail fence, aged beyond usefulness, sheds random pieces that we gently put back into place. A homeless man in our grocery store’s parking lot holds a sign: “Your pennies give support.” Clearly, the universe wants to crumble. The least we can do is occasionally patch a crack.
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