They are the more weathered fences - grey with uneven boards, many of them deteriorating, some of them with a lot of charm. I call them the natural fences because they were allowed to change color and not being cared for by annual or bi-annual new paint. I find them endearing and often more photogenic than the "stylish" fences (although no fence in Mendocino is really stylish).
They remind of fairy tales and hobbits, secret gardens and whispered promises.
Some have rusty old screws that probably no screwdriver can loosen anymore. They have been with the fence for decades and won't give up their place.
Others are roughly hold together by small thick boards; they're practical and do the job - holding up the fence - but they are not necessarily beautiful.
Some serve as a "bar" - sort of...
Others show gorgeous details where you can still see the tree from which they once came.
Whatever and how ever they are - they are beautiful fences in their own way.
I'm linking up to Good Fences over at the Run-Around-Ranch.