Picket Fences:



These worn out fences are in my old hometown. I stood
looking at them with a type of sadness of days, gone.
An ending to something once beautiful, familiar.
Containing, restraining or decorating,
it was someone's dream 50 years ago!

I think it's time to get a new dream...
I mean, replace the missing pieces, paint the fence, or
 tear it down, use it for firewood.
Do something.
Just do it~ like Nike says.