Now as a photographer my work takes me to the wide open spaces of the Sonoran Desert. This fence is along one path to the desert protecting a large irrigation canal, and keeping foolish people from jumping in the water or throwing trash in it. One day I looked back along the path and the afternoon light accentuated the patterns in the dangerous wire. Finding a spot where several loops were missing I stood in between the spirals to shoot directly into what looks like a deadly tunnel lined with razor blades. You can bet I was very, very careful!
To put it all in perspective, I grew up in a place without any fences at all. Every yard blended into the next with only a few trees marking boundary lines. Now I live in a place and world where there are fences everywhere. No wonder people are so divided.