The Garden Gate
The weathered and aging gate, at the end of a pine needle-covered path lying amidst colorful shrubs, stands between a manicured and serene garden and the "unkempt" world of Nature, between human-made order and natural order, one no less beautiful than the other. The gate is a section in a fence running along a gradual slope that adds stress to its joints. It lacks the gnarly character of the nearby bench shown in a previous post, but then it doesn't sit in open sunlight and is constructed from more age-resistant cedar. Nevertheless, the cracks are evident and the hinges creak with any movement. A different sort of character from the bench! Somehow there's a metaphor in here, but i'll leave it to you, the reader, to find yours.
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