Fence, part 4 (second span, begun)

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Okay, it's going to take two more groups of photos to show the final span of the fence in Port Townsend, Washington. We've turned the corner and the fence is climbing the hill. This is a repeat of the final photo in the previous post, to keep us oriented to where we are in the progression.

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Here's the first panel—complete with bird house, biplane, and piece of plywood with a circle cut out of it (among other contributions):

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I love the way the flowers, both wild and intentional, interrupt or participate in the fence.

The biplane is a lead-in to a collection of toys, mostly wooden and well-weathered. . . .

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. . . although there's a fuzzy musk-ox next to a daintily painted wagon . . .

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After that cacophony of toys, we get an open but helter-skelter (almost) collection of sturdy branches that seem like they're in the natural relationships of a tangled thicket, but don't make much of a barrier:

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Lots of extra items found homes on the tops of the primary posts and on the crossbeams.

And look what's tucked down in the corner:

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That collection is followed by another simple arrangement, reminiscent both of its predecessor (the thicket) and a panel on the previous span, where the same type of wood formed a sunrise shape—now the sun's fully risen and casting down diagonal beams:

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Now we get a big gate that will allow any necessary equipment into the inner garden. . . .

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See how the fence steps up the hill? With intent, but without being too obsessive about it.

Here's the next panel, which relates to one on the first span (without in any way repeating the earlier methodology):

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And another sweet, wild collection . . . it echoes, but in no way repeats, panels in other parts of the fence.

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I hadn't intended to comment so much. I meant to just put up the photos and let you discover them for yourself, but I began to realize exactly why I like the fence so much as I began to write.

Isn't this next one magical, with the stained and milled wood showcasing the slender trunks, branches, and twigs?

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There's a lot of logging in this area, and I wonder how much of the
gathered wood might have been salvaged from the slash piles that are
left after clear-cutting. They would otherwise have been burned, just as
the worn-out wooden toys and kitchen utensils would likely have ended
up in a landfill.

I've got one more group of photos to complete this span and reach the end of the fence.

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