A Familiar Sight

For anyone living on an old farmstead, barbed wire 'growing' out of tree trunks can be a familiar site. 

Or barbed wire randomly sticking up out of the ground where there is no memory of a fence.

Or barbed wire 'wreaths' hanging off decrepit, mossy fence posts that are rotting into the ground.

I find it interesting to envision the way this farm might have looked 70-some years ago when my Great Uncle was growing up here.  Back when all that barbed wire was functioning with purpose, and it was a matter of pride to have these acres fenced with it.  Gives me something to think about when I run across a new tangle of the spiky stuff.