In a post littered with fences Leya of the intriguing Lens-Artist quartet urges us to “show us your favorite fence. Or, maybe you prefer fencelessness? Looking forward to your ideas and posts!“
Although I only “know” Leya for little over 2 months I am quite sure she knows me well enough to realize I am not a rude person. Littered in the context refers to a lot of fences and they are beautifully captured in amongst other places, her Scandinavian world: go see.
Philosophically I just do not like fences. I do not want to be fenced in, I do not like cookie cutter outlooks on life, yet I eat cookies shaped by cutters. Life are full of these apparent contradictions. My dislike for fences does not mean I have a mindset that everything is acceptable. In reality life isn’t without fences be it psychological or physical. Some physical fences are essential for harmony so that my cow doesn’t eat your cow’s grass. Other physical fences (walls), is unacceptable if it divides people groups on the basis of political bias i.e. the Berlin wall. Yet a lot of people will give inspired reasons why this is not the case. I disagree, but it is not the purpose of this post.
“By fencing in the subject, a photographer sets the subject free” Anonymous
Creative people like photographers do not like psychological fences. Yet we erect fences everytime we push the button. We fence it 3×2 or 4×3 or 10×8 or randomly. Some are professional “fencers” and some wish we were. In the case of the Napalm girl, Vietnam and Hector Pieterson from the Soweto uprising in South Africa, the lens became swords, like the swords of fencers pointing out injustice.
The purpose of this heavy sounding post is ironically to show you some Fun!! Even if this fun is dependant on fences in all its forms.
Without the “fence” from which the balls can bounce this game would have been senseless and fenceless. The bitter but pleasurable taste of the beer would have been unattainable, without its transparent cover and a take-away pizza just needs to be boxed in – at a good friends home
⇑I play squash twice a week against these 2 friends. The game of squash even more than pool is dependant on its fences. But not the whole fence is used. For this reason a secondary set of fences is painted onto the primary fence, having the same power as the physical wall. You can ignore it but then you are not playing squash. The fence (in is traditional meaning) even helps the referee not to fall out of his cage. Some believe a squash court to a be torture chamber. Certainly not. It is one of the few places you can punch stress with all your power right in the face – now that is fun!
⇓Two identical, parallel white lines. Should somebody in the blue team cross the first line and dot down the ball, elation to their supporters. Should a player with the ball in the blue team touch the identical second line, relieve to the orange team’s supporters.
⇑Two non-identical, non-abstract, but parallel lines – also known as fences…
• Breach the one you are wet
• Breach the other you are dead
Woodhead dam wall, completed in 1897. Yes 121 years ago and still actively delivering water to Cape Town.
⇓A different day, same dam. In the absence of the fence I wouldn’t allow my daughter and her friend to stand here. And that wouldn’t be fun.
⇑Similarly this viewing platform enable tourists to experience the sheer drop underneath, safely behind a protecting fence. They are enjoying the beautiful view from Table Mountain towards Lion’s Head and Robben Island (where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned).
⇓But it does not beat the real experience of fencelessness, Leya. On Knife Edge climbing towards Devil’s peak. My boot on the Knife’s Edge.
“Fences are made for those who cannot fly.” Elbert Hubbard
I admit I stole this quote from Tina Schell. This juvenile Sun-bird proves the point. Is is merely misusing this fence to sit on. As can be seen by the wet spot, it is also using it to uhm sit on…?
Faith is seen by many as something which fences you in, yet I believe the God of the faith (and not the faith itself) sets you free. My faith is merely an enabler of what Christ has already done. He has removed the fence between me and Him and enables me to remove psychological fences between me and others – these fences can be stronger and higher than those built of brick and mortar.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – not by works, so that no one can boast. Ephesians 2: 8,9