I shall miss the snow fences when they are gone, hopefully within a few weeks. All winter long, whenever Cassie and I went for our walks, we always seemed to find ourselves standing somewhere near a snow fence. The patterns formed by the chance meetings of sun, snow and these rustic fences provided us with endless entertainment, and the shadows and shapes were never the same from day to day.We love the fact that snow fences are seldom straight - they list every which way, and they lean at crazy angles, more so as the snow begins to melt away and they draw closer to the earth. They billow, ripple and flow, curving to accommodate trees, frozen streams, big boulders and half buried park benches. They curl gracefully around buildings, parking meters, fire hydrants and street lights. They weave their way merrily across snow drowned hills and around icy parking lots, and there is seldom a straight line to be seen.
Casual, carefree and downright insouciant, winter snow fences do their own thing and in their own time. They ramble wherever they please, shunning the old "up and down" routine, straight lines and linear thinking and choosing something more organic instead, rhythmic flow and gently undulating contours.
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oooooooo .... i can't believe i missed this post. found it in looking through your older blog posts about Cassie and wow! the photos are just beautiful. I love snow fences for their shadows in the brilliant sunlight. The patterns are SO graphic. But then ... snow and shadows just almost always seem to create graphic art. Better than I ever was when I made my living as a graphic designer. This is absolutely wonderful, Kerrdelune - and I like what you wrote too.
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