Thoughts on Gates and Fences

My childhood home was surrounded by fence, bordered by tall cedars – we had a secret to keep. I learned not to trust neighbours. I learned the price of shame.

At the back of the yard was a gate that opened onto a field and beyond that a wooded area. There I found serenity, connection, and a knowledge that what happened within my father’s fortress was not the totality of life.

I like gates.

I vowed not to need fences, that my life would be an open gate, but that was senseless. I was accessible to anyone who wanted to trample my garden.

Took a few dents and whole lot of pain for me to realize that gates and fences coexist for a reason. Boundaries are healthy, and at certain times, locks are mandatory.

(Photos for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: fences and gates. Thoughts part of my process. I’ve been obsessively photographing fences and gates recently. I’ve been sketching them too, trying to figure out the draw. Guess now I know why.)

Here’s one of my sketches:

34 thoughts on “Thoughts on Gates and Fences

  1. I really like your sketch – it complements the photographs – and the text so well. It is so interesting how the drive to photograph certain things can really mirror what’s going on inside us. Often leading to a revelatory “aha” moment.

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  2. Mmmm … I responded but it doesn’t seem to’ve “taken” …
    Want to applaud your perspective – both words/message and that beautiful sketch!

    As tiny microorganisms sneak in under our makeshift fences, thank goodness we can reach outward (over the fences) through connectivity via posts like this!

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  3. Truth delivered poetically – with a sketch! I like the perspective in both words and image. This is timely … we’re scrambling to fence ourselves in … to keep the virus at safe distance … all the while knowing it’s tiny, invisible, likely slipping right through our best-intended defenses.

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