A discourse in photography, media and culture
posted by Joe V at 12:00 PM
Oh, goodness...that would certainly be a day to remember!Now, you see? That just goes to show how right I was to be afraid of bulls! And the barbed wire coulda been bad news, too. Mom was always afraid one of us would fall from a tree and eviscerate ourselves on the stuff...or something.
Love that story. I can totally see the midair dive.
This is awesome. Most definitely reminds me of my childhood. We used to have a steer that we called the Devil that had a penchant for sending even the bravest of kids running for the fence, trying for the bear-up-a-tree climb if the superman through the fence wouldn't work.And on the subject of barbed wire (or bob wire, as we used to call it,) it is a creature all its own. If you haven't experienced it in its natural state, I highly recommend you do so. It is harsh and cutting, yet there is something about it that is strangely beautiful. The smooth wire in the picture above pales in comparison.Artadc
Thanks, Art. Alas, in my haste to shoot a picture with which to illustrate the article, I couldn't find barbed (or "bob") wire, so had to make do with a plain wire fence, in a local hiking area along the foothills of the Sandia Mtns.
You took that picture just for this post? I like it. :) Fences are one thing that I think would be a really cool subject for a photo essay... especially fences of the west. We have some great ones.
Have a comment? I'll post your comment after I read it.~Joe
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