This is the fence along one side of Tanner Springs Park.
At first glance it looks like an ancient wood fence that's sagging in every direction and about to fall over, but it's actually made of old railroad tracks.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Sunday, July 7, 2013
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