I wanted to draw attention to one of the things that inspired this little project:
On the right half of this section of the fence there is a set of sliver-brown marks that are all that remains of the very great deal of ivy that once had grown up and over the side of the fence from one yard into the other. It is a strangely pretty reminder of the cycle of birth, growth, death and rebirth that we humans can only control a teeny amount and only for a tiny fraction of time. One day, the fence will be gone and, chances are, the ivy- some ivy, maybe a great, great granddaughter of the selfsame plant who left the patterning I so admire, will remain.
And, if you don’t believe that, just take a look at the sprig of ivy poking out from the front of the rail road ties below the fence: she’s already plotting her return.
