Monday, September 25, 2006

Character


No brush grows in a new fence row, the post are neatly aligned and properly spaced, the wire is new and shiny. Each fence of this type is nearly identical to the next.

A tree falls on it here, a cow forces her way through there, a little bird nest in a hole where a knot has rotted away. Ivies climb the post, brush grows, and repairs are made. The passing years, the problems encountered are written indelibly upon the fence. As the years take their toll each fence develops its own unique character and beauty.

When young, we are nearly perfect with fresh young faces and lithe young bodies. As the years pass, the life we live, the trying times we go through are indelibly etched upon our countenance.

Like the fence, with the passing of time, we too develop our own unique individual character and beauty.

3 comments:

Luce said...

Beautiful photo and commentary!

Chad Oneil said...

Nice image and post.

As I held Jonathan and Patricia's nine month old baby, Josiah on Sunday, I remember thinking of how perfect his skin was. He was spotless and hairless except for the top of his head. Your post brought that to mind.

photowannabe said...

Very nice photo and your comments make me think.