Unfriendly Fence

Fences always get my attention. My eyes are drawn to the regimented repetition of pickets, boards or chain links. There are textures to explore; paint fresh or worn, perhaps rust. Sometimes a fence casts interesting shadows or tantalizes with broken glimpses of what lies beyond. Sometimes whatever is inside the fence (barking dogs, riotous blooms) tries to escape. The neglected paint and random holes of this fence are enough to establish an aura of sadness and defeat, but the sign's determined red letters and scolding words make this fence downright unfriendly.