En Guard!

Fences are said to make good neighbors, but they provide many other services, including considerable photographic opportunities. They help keep our beagles from escaping while chasing scents. My husband once forwarded me an account of an undoubtedly well-meaning beagle who was recovered–in Indiana–after more than two years on the lam and 850 miles from his fence-free home. My husband’s header: “I wonder how far the rabbit got?”

“En guard” is spoken to alert fencers to take their defensive positions, but fences themselves need not be uninviting. They lend scale to and break up the vastness of landscapes. They mark paths and house buoys and tchotchkes and seasonal displays. They are backdrops for posters and banners, and display political sentiments and commercial enticements.

While birds frequently situate themselves comfortably on fences, a fence-sitting human tends to be one unwilling to commit to one side of an issue or another.

For the attentive, an unusual fence can identify the particular place in the world of an otherwise undifferentiated seascape or skyscape.

They may be whole or broken, winding or at strict high alert. Antique or modern. Functional or decorative. Enduring or flimsy, or somewhere in between. Sometimes they completely block one’s view. Others are so porous as to be nearly invisible, wrought of wire that melts into its surroundings. Lush summer flowers may exuberantly burst through their grids.

Sometimes, fences are so perfectly situated within their surroundings that they seem to echo the sky.

At least for awhile.

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In her spare time, Stephanie has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, statistical presentations of human and canine DNA testing, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She attended law school near the the banks of the Charles River and loves that dirty water; she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2023 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.

40 thoughts on “En Guard!”

    1. Thank you! It hadn’t occurred to me how often I take pictures of fences, and I just realized I forgot my favorite fence: in front of Mt. Chocorua, in New Hampshire, there’s a very unusual wood fence. It took until I’d been there several times until my real photographer friend Jeff pointed out to me that the intersecting and angled logs spell “NH.”

      1. That’s an interesting log formation.
        Your post showed me how great fences are as elements in an image. I like specially how well integrated they are, falling into place in the composition without overwhelming the other elements.

      2. I didn’t realize how often I use fences to set up a shot! The golden logs were an unusual find: a section of waterlogged fence had washed up on the shore very close to the “drowned forest,” on the seacoast of New Hampshire, where seawater has worn a cove of trees into leafless smooth grayish skeletons, like mammoth bones. There couldn’t have been more contrast with the fence, which had a lot of personality (I saw a row of thin faces above the puckered sections).

    1. Thank you, John! That last shot was of a very early summer sunrise and until this post, I don’t think anyone got to see it. Mysteriously, not many people get out for those 4:00 a.m. starts to the sea.

  1. Boundaries… safety… home… stop… welcome… no admittance… fences have the distinct and delicate dance of offering welcome and forbidding entrance. And they all double dog dare you to attempt to climb them. Bravo post!

    1. You’ve pinpointed the flip side of fences! I hadn’t remembered that the same fence which the flowering bushes were pushing through had a very unhappy and tough little dog fiercely instructing pedestrians to stay away from his flowers. And of course it would have been in very bad taste for me to include pics of the razored-wire fences at the correctional institutions I’ve been in (for professional reasons, I assure you).

      1. First time I had to go into a state prison, I was so nervous I forgot to collect my license afterwards…until I was three states away.

    1. Thank you! There is a wee island off the Massachusetts coast with sand paths you’d think a photographer had set up, with different kinds of leading lines to sunrise as it traverses the coast during the seasons. I was always amazed to find no one else there for sunrise, except a few fishermen.

    1. Thank you!
      My husband had such a quick wit. There was no situation in which he couldn’t find something to make people smile, and keep us smiling now years later.

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