Curious, this community of faceless web denizens. In 15 months of posting my world to yours, the most often
viewed images are the stone walls or this fence post–the stuff of boundaries. Tangible. This post is a short mile up my road; standing as a weathered sentinel in a sea of hay ready to be mowed and baled. What are you signaling to me with each click of the mouse or scroll of the wheel as you skip through this space of bits and bytes?
Dig, he would say, and all morning,
afternoon, until it rained,
until dark, until I couldn’t
lift the spade and grub
and he said enough,”
The young poet, Curtis Bauer, voices his remembrances of working with his grandfather in A Fence Line Running Through It. Somehow I feel at times like the thousands who visit here are as insistent as the author… digging… digging… then searching for that “post” of information that will fill the hole.
Sitting here in a food court at Newark Liberty Int’l. Bounded by runways, gates and TSA scanners. Sinking this “post” into a cyber-field bounded by public wi-fi; am I really any different than you? Am I?
Filed under: Reflections, Technology | Tagged: barbed wire, boundaries, Curtis Bauer, fence line, posts, stone walls, time
[...] In our area countless posts like this still bound the land, forming sentinels of aging reminders of a time past when livestock grazed the land. Now, sadly, the pastured herds are dwindling… the urbanites encroaching. I first used this photograph in a post about the laid stone walls in upstate New York and refocused on the image in April 2008 in Walking the fence line. [...]