Here in New England there are all sorts of fences; stone, brick, split rail, picket, hedge fences and more. My town is full of old winding carriage trails (that have been paved over) which are lined with huge rock walls and giant maple or oak trees- all to separate pasture and farm land for our ancesters. I however choose an oceanfront burm protective fence, beaten back by stormy seas and snowy wind. Cloudy yet tranquil out here until the summer rush hits in a few months.
Pen and watercolor in moleskine journal