I found myself strangely enthralled by these old wooden picket fences! I couldn’t help but think of the history…the hands that built them…the time that was invested…
Do not move an ancient boundary marker
or enter fields that belong to the fatherless. Prov 23:10
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I can imagine the people standing there, putting the fences up. I can imagine the voices, too. Old farmers, young hired hands….. Thanks for posting! The sepia photo is my favorite. 🙂
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Me too! I can imagine all that work…Thanks for your comment and I’m glad you enjoyed the sepia one :).
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Wonderful photos. Seeing nostalgic fences always put me in a pensive mood and I wonder about the history they’ve seen pass by them. 🙂
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I felt the same way when I saw them and I’m glad that you did too! Thanks!
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Love those fence photos!
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Thanks, so do I! 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thank you! 🙂
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These are beautiful photos! I’ve always loved old fences. I see them as a connector to the past … as well as a reminder of the boundaries God has placed around me for protection.
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Those were both of my same sentiments – I saw history and boundaries. Thank you for visiting my blog today :).
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Today, life is so much easier, but it lacks character. Love the photos!
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They do have great character, don’t they? Thanks for the comment :).
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Lovely pictures! I would have called these split rail fences, actually. (potato, potahto… haha!) I agree – I am in love with them and cannot help but think of whose hands built them and how long ago that may have been. A lovely post! 🙂
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“Split rail fences” is the proper term for the older ones in the photos! I guess I just call them all “picket” :). Thank you for the clarification…I learned something new today!
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Lovely pictures. Reminder that fences can keep things enclosed, but also safe from danger
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Yes, they do! Thank you for commenting today :)!
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