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.)
Look at us building fences pretending we have differences
do we not hunger the same hunt in the same places
do we not strive with equal intent build our nests with the same ferocity
forgo passion to survive? Let us stop pretending
let down these wall admit to our vulnerabilities
align our purposes fight a more fearsome foe.
(Cee’s black and white photo challenge is fences. I have felt compelled to write something in response to the Christchurch tragedy. I wrote Fences a year ago, and it seemed fitting to include it here. Peace people.)
Fences? My first reaction was that I avoid fences in my photography, and now that we’ve moved into a neighbourhood without them, I will not be able to participate. Then, I revisited old photographs, and what do you know? Fences!
The featured image is a garden gate at the Butchart Botanical Gardens in Victoria, B.C. The sign says ‘Private’ which is a disappointment. There is something so alluring about a garden gate.
Further up the island is the Cathedral Grove. The fences here are to keep visitors on the path and protect the wildlife. I hardly noticed the rails as the eye is drawn upward.
Eclectic fencing converts this parking lot into an intimate patio for pub-goers in Apache Junction, AZ.
While looking for fences, I came across this photograph, taken in Joshua Tree RV Park, California. It even inspired a poem:
(Thank you to Leya for hosting this week’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Fences.)