I really love the idea of fences. Like bridges, gates are a mediary to the other side. In this case, this fence is a divider between a fairly gentle landscape (with purple blob flowers) and a rugged mountain. If I had to take a gander at the safer side, after the summer I’ve had—today my gander would be the rugged mountain. Yes, a bit more edgy and uncomfortable. Yet, by facing the obstacles, things come into sharp focus, the body gets in shape, the mind cuts new deals with it’s usual loops and patterns. Eventually what looked prickly and dangerous melds into pockets of shade and surprising tumbles of wind that land you in the most unexpected places and vistas.