Corner posts

For some reason, I have been looking at and looking for, corner posts.  I noticed one a week or so ago, and my attention has been drawn back to them time and time again since.

I think I admire them because they have to be strong.  The integrity of a fence emanates from them; by taking the strain in both directions, they make a fence around a paddock possible.

I like that they are a juncture, a meeting point for different sides.

They are often worn, yet tough. Most of them tell stories through years of wire and additions.

Here are a few of my favourites so far, in all sorts of weather, mostly from our daily walk in the village.

A few iterations, at our neighbours'.

Perfect morning light and still holding strong.

Falling down on the job just a tad I fear.

A tangle of things, but still getting the job done, just across the road.

The balance of this one is quite calming.

Some are doing less work now than they used to.

The second one I focused on; not in our village but full of stories I'm sure.

And finally, the one that started my interest... love the danger.