Ski Fence

Privacy Fence
Privacy Fence

The back property line of a little-used, dusty, unpaved public parking lot of a small town in northeast New Mexico had a fence made of old skis.  Overgrown native grasses and bushes (weeds) filled in the cracks between the skis.  There was no peeking inside.

Was a retired ski bum wasting away on the other side of the fence?  Was this a frustrated artist whose sculpture was turned down by the local Chamber of Commerce?  Or was it just a clever trash collector with a creative way to contain his pit bull?

It was a head-scratcher alright, but I wasn’t nosy enough to solve that mystery.

Thought for the Day:  The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.                                                                                                                                         Oscar Wilde

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