I love mossy fences. There's something very right about them. They feel homey. Established. Character-filled. Even nostalgic.
My dad has a little place out on the Washington coast, not far from the tiny little blip of a town where I took this picture. Like so many things up there, this reminds me of my childhood. I used to go here with my grandparents, before they passed away and left the little beach spot to be tended by the kids. I always feel at home up here, surrounded by a visual vocabulary of peace, and a little bit of longing for that simpler time in my life where I could chase driftwood around the beach for hours, laughing in the sun, and grinning at my grandma with my crooked, pre-braces teeth.