Funky fences

These photos date back over the past 25 years – as long as I’ve been taking digital photos. I don’t know if these fences and gates even exist any longer. But I have photographic proof that they once did.

A few of them may have made these pages before. This has been a long week with a lot of volunteer, family graduation, and getting-ready-for-the-holidays work stuff. I just didn’t feel like writing anything longer. I hope you enjoy these.

As much as I can, I’ll tell you just a bit about each of the photos…

I loved this gate in the West Texas city of Alpine. Fact is, I love pretty much everything about Alpine. Images clickable for larger views.

There’s the simplicity of a homemade white picket fence. Can it be any better? Maybe not.

And another example of a DIY white wooden picket fence. Sadly, this fence was not maintained. It was, at its prime, just glorious.

What a wonderfully fun fence in Hamilton, Texas. Dig This Nursery about 10 years ago.

Whoever lived in this great place on Mockingbird Lane in Dallas 10 or 12 years ago had quite the eye for colors and textures. Oh, and they had a fence.

Folks in Gettysburg have access to some untraditional accents for their landscaping fences.

Before there were houses out in West McKinney where our son lives there was farmland. Before there were hackberry trees there was a fence. And on that fence, there sat some birds. (You know the rest of the song.)

Just to bring back the old memories of when we could grow Lady Banksia roses without fear of rose rosette virus. This was on Preston Road in Dallas 18 or so years ago.

You’ve read my thoughts that we’re overdoing our reliance on ornamental grasses instead of shrubs. However, I can’t forget this lovely planting. What I can’t remember is where I took it.

I actually knocked on a door, camera in hand, and asked permission to take a photo in Highland Park. And they let me in! More than that, they invited me to take photos of their backyard and patio. In this case, the fence is just the backdrop to it all.

Down the road from our house, I came across this tumble-down rail fence with a group of redbuds living their second lives. If you ever have a redbud, it will probably go down after 25 years. Leave the stump. It will send up sprouts that will be as nice as these. But rail fences don’t send up sprouts.