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Purchase Superior Quality Lattice Panels from the Most Recommended Suppliers

Lattice panels are a great option outside if you don't want to totally stop the airflow through your space using solid screening materials. It's crucial that you properly arrange your outside space if you like to spend time there relaxing. Of course, you'll designate a spot to sit and unwind. However, having neighbours and others stare at you might be bothersome. Furthermore, while there are a lot of screening types available, not many are as adaptable as lattice privacy fence screening.

Protection in a Rustic Style

Remember that split fencing rails also provide safety, particularly when contrasted with more conventional fence alternatives like stainless steel fencing. You can secure your property with a split rail fence without having any concerns about your children, pets, or even farm animals harming themselves. You may secure your property without endangering others by using a split rail fence.

The way a fence looks will always have a significant influence on the choice you make. Split rail fence offers all of the above-listed advantages as well as a rustic appearance for your property.

Greater Secrecy

Decorative lattices have practical use as well as aesthetic appeal as they improve seclusion without compromising light or ventilation. While blocking a direct view, the openwork pattern of the lattice lets natural light pass through. Vinyl lattice is a great option for deck builders working on projects in heavily crowded locations or for homeowners looking to create a private outdoor paradise, especially because it is lightweight compared to other materials. Deck builders have the chance to truly showcase their abilities when a job goes beyond simply installing deck skirting.

It Gives an Area More Structure

A fence is a fantastic method to divide spaces with distinct uses and give structure to a place. A privacy fence may shield your yard from prying eyes and give you a sense of isolation. With their expertise and understanding, our staff can assist you in selecting the ideal kind of fence for your requirements.

They provide a variety of wood fence styles, including: One of the most popular styles of wood fences is the split rail fence. It blends in perfectly with any setting and offers security, privacy, and protection.

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Contemporary Landscape - Landscape

Design concepts for a mid-sized, modern, concrete-paved backyard with full sun in the summer.

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Patio Pergola Mid-sized elegant backyard concrete paver patio photo with a pergola

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Tile - Traditional Patio Ideas for a mid-sized, classic backyard tile patio renovation that includes a roof extension

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Oklahoma City Exterior Idea for a one-story, mid-sized transitional beige brick building

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Walk Out - Basement

Inspiration for a massive, traditional walk-out basement renovation that includes beige walls but no fireplace

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Roofing in Boston Inspiration for a large victorian yellow three-story wood exterior home remodel with a shingle roof

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Oklahoma City Exterior Idea for a one-story, mid-sized transitional beige brick building

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Raised Garden Bed with Trellis Standing Lattice Panels for Plants Flowers or Vine

Raised Garden Bed with Trellis Standing Lattice Panels for Plants Flowers or Vine

Raised Garden Bed with Trellis Standing Lattice Panels for Plants Flowers or Vine Material: China Fir Available Color(s): Natural, Black Charcoal, Varnish Color, Retro Color, Carbonized Color, or Custom Color SKU: WDC-Y Size: see below image Specification: – 1 Overall Dimension: 11.75″L x 11.5″W x 49.25″H – 2 Overall Dimension: 23.5″L x 11.5″W x 49.25″H […]…

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Through the Looking Glass---bro

Atticus Conway, a 32-year-old art maven with a hipster edge, strolled into the contemporary art gallery, his attire a blend of vintage band t-shirt layered under a worn denim jacket, paired with well-worn Converse sneakers. His boss beckoned from the entrance, amidst the eclectic crowd that mingled beneath the soft glow emanating from the center of the room.

The gallery exuded a fusion of minimalism and sophistication, its white walls serving as a stark backdrop for abstract masterpieces. At its heart stood The Matrix—a sprawling lattice of translucent panels forming a walkable installation, pulsating softly with an ever-shifting spectrum of colors. Attendees, ranging from avant-garde eccentrics to sleek sophisticates, engaged in muted conversations and occasionally clinked glasses as they explored the transformative potential of the Matrix.

Atticus was drawn closer by the installation’s allure, its promise of blurring the boundaries between technology and personal expression. Some visitors had already ventured into The Matrix, their movements triggering dynamic responses from its structure. He observed cautiously, appreciating the installation’s energy and its impact on the gallery-goers.

Designed to accentuate the avant-garde spirit of the exhibition, the gallery itself was a work of art—clean lines and an expansive layout creating an experimental playground. As Atticus navigated through the crowd, the symphony of soft whispers, the hum of the Matrix, and occasional gasps of awe formed a backdrop to the artistic exploration unfolding around him.

The Matrix had been completed only moments before the opening—a testament to the eccentricity of its creator, an old man whose exacting instructions had been followed to the letter. Its otherworldly presence glittered and shimmered, a tunnel stretching infinitely through the gallery space, hinting at vague shapes and possibilities beyond its translucent panels.

Stepping forward with a glass of prosecco in hand, Atticus was the first to enter the walkway. The mirrors inside rippled and shimmered, reflecting his hipster persona back at him a thousand times over. Initially awestruck by the spectacle, he soon felt a peculiar sensation—a lingering feeling that the mirrors were watching him, even when he turned away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Atticus noticed something unsettling—his own reflection seemed to wear a twisted smirk, staring back at him with a gaze that felt intrusive. He dismissed it at first, attributing it to the immersive nature of the installation.

A few steps ahead, he encountered a large panel—a full-length mirror. As he approached, his reflection wiggled and vibrated unnervingly. Peering at himself, Atticus was taken aback by the expression on his own face—it seemed contorted into one of disgust, a stark contrast to his genuine admiration for the art surrounding him.

Attempting to look away, he was startled to hear a voice emanating from the mirror, mocking him with crossed arms and a sarcastic tone. "Don't look away… Look at yourself… God, you're boring…"

Turning around abruptly, Atticus faced his reflection, bewildered by the unexpected interaction. His mirrored counterpart rolled its eyes mockingly, a gesture that cut through the enchantment of the moment. "God, we've got our work cut out for us…"

Atticus Conway, caught in the bewildering depths of The Matrix installation, stared in horror as his reflection twisted into a sinister smile, its eyes seemingly glowing with an unnatural intensity. The once-familiar face now bore an unsettling expression that mocked him with a knowing smirk.

"So, pathetic Atticus," the reflection taunted in a voice that echoed eerily within the mirrored chamber. "But that's why I'm here—here to help. I can see into your very soul. Your desires. Your wants. Your fears. And most importantly, your rage. That fire burning in you."

"What the hell kind of trick is this?" Atticus shouted, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. He attempted to turn away, to escape the unnerving spectacle unfolding before him, but everywhere he looked, he was met with more mirrors, each reflecting his own image back at him, each bearing a different facet of his personality.

"Oh, there's no escaping now, baby boy," the reflection sneered, its tone dripping with malice. "I'm here to bring out the worst of you, but by the time I'm done with you, you—hah—you certainly won't think so."

Atticus' heart raced as he witnessed the reflections morphing before his eyes. They twisted and contorted, each portraying a different version of himself—a twink with styled hair and fashionable attire; a jock with a confident grin; a nerdy version with glasses and a book in hand; an overweight ex-jock struggling with his identity; a tougher looking black Atticus, a middle eastern Atticus with thick muscles; a desperate straight man clutching at his phone; a closeted young man hiding behind a facade; a frat bro with a swaggering attitude; an arrogant jerk with a sneer.

Each reflection seemed to delve into a fragment of his psyche, exposing vulnerabilities and hidden aspects of his persona that he had never acknowledged.

As Atticus Conway stood amidst the labyrinth of mirrors, the reflections before him began to laugh—a haunting, ominous sound that reverberated through the chamber. The mirrors around them pulsated in response, the soft glow intensifying into a crescendo of brilliant light.

Atticus instinctively raised his arms to shield himself as the mirrors burst with a deafening crash, shards of glass spraying in all directions. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, feeling the sting of glass against his skin despite his efforts to protect himself.

When he cautiously opened his eyes again, he found himself standing outside the art installation, amidst a stunned crowd of onlookers. They stared at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity, murmuring amongst themselves about what had just transpired.

Blinking to clear his disorientation, Atticus noticed a small cut on his cheek from a stray piece of glass. He reached up to touch the blood, intending to brush it away, when a strange sensation coursed through his body—a surge of energy that seemed to pulse through every fiber of his being.

He let out a frustrated groan, feeling his blood pumping vigorously through his veins. His muscles began to tingle and swell, starting from his core. A heat spread through his stomach as his abdomen tightened and sculpted into a tight, defined six-pack, the muscles rippling beneath his skin.

Atticus gasped as he felt his pecs pulsate with newfound energy, growing and expanding, stretching his shirt taut over his broadening chest. His shoulders widened, his biceps and triceps bulging with strength. His lats flared out, emphasizing his athletic build.

His legs followed suit, his thighs thickening with muscle, his calves firming beneath his jeans. Even his feet seemed to grow slightly, yet miraculously, his clothes adapted seamlessly to accommodate the transformation.

Atticus couldn't help but flex involuntarily, testing the newfound power surging through his body. The sensation was both exhilarating and unnerving, a physical transformation that defied explanation.

As he stood amidst the bewildered crowd, Atticus felt a surge of confidence and vitality unlike anything he had experienced before. With a deep breath, he straightened his posture, his expression a mix of wonder and determination.

A sudden craving gripped him—a primal urge for booze. With a swagger that was uncharacteristic of the laid-back art maven, he pushed his way through to the bar, demanding rudely for a shot of tequila from the startled bartender.

"Give me a shot. Now!" Atticus barked, his voice laced with an entitled tone that seemed to emerge from nowhere.

The bartender hesitated for a moment, taken aback by Atticus' abrupt demeanor, but reluctantly poured him a shot. Atticus downed it swiftly, the fiery liquid burning down his throat and igniting a rush of adrenaline. He slammed the glass back on the counter and demanded another, then another, each shot fueling his sense of entitlement and privilege.

As the liquor coursed through his veins, his features seemed to shift—his jaw becoming more pronounced, his face taking on a chiseled and manly appearance. A widening nose and a scruffy beard began to form on his once-boyish face, while a deep tan spread across his exposed skin.

His demeanor turned cocky, exuding an aura of arrogance that was worlds away from his usual approachable nature. With a burp that echoed through the bar after his final shot, Atticus leaned back, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of bravado.

The once-artistic Atticus now seemed like a caricature of bro culture, his clothes appearing garish and mismatched as if chosen to attract attention. His actions drew stares from other patrons, some amused and others bewildered by the sudden change in him.

Atticus leaned heavily on the bar, scanning the room with a self-assured grin. "Hey, bartender," he slurred, his voice tinged with bravado. "You ever seen gains like these?" He flexed his newly muscular arms, oblivious to the bemused looks around him.

The bartender raised an eyebrow, unsure how to respond to this altered version of Atticus. "Uh, sure, man," he replied cautiously. "You hit the gym hard?"

Atticus launched into an intense monologue about his workout routine, detailing his protein intake and the hours spent sculpting his physique. His gestures became exaggerated, his voice booming with enthusiasm as he regaled the bartender with tales of his gym achievements.

But suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his temples. Atticus winced, clutching his head as if trying to ward off the throbbing ache. In that moment, he felt something slipping away—a passion for art, a knowledge of Picasso and Van Gogh fading like a distant tide.

"So, like, uh, this art is like pretty cool right? Like uh, I like uh---" Atticus muttered, his voice slurring. He tried to explain a painting from the gallery, but his words came out muddled and confused. "It's like, colors and stuff, man. You know?"

The bartender couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yeah, I think I get what you mean."

Slowly, Atticus straightened up, he rubbed his temples, the remnants of his headache lingering. The bartender looked up from wiping the counter and smiled, his gaze lingering on Atticus for a moment before he spoke. "So, you enjoying your night?" His voice was warm and friendly, almost like he was genuinely interested in Atticus' response.

Atticus couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the question. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying himself - far from it actually. But something about the way the bartender asked made him uncomfortable. Like there was an underlying tone to his words that made Atticus feel like they were flirting or something worse…

Without thinking, anger filled Atticus as if someone had flipped a switch inside him. He straightened up again and narrowed his eyes at the bartender in response to what felt like unwanted attention. "You fucking hitting on me bro? That's fucking gross dude! I'm not a fucking homo!" He slammed down his drink glass hard enough to make ice cubes rattle against each other loudly while glaring daggers at the man behind the bar who looked taken aback by this sudden outburst of rage from someone who moments ago seemed perfectly content with their company."Faggot!" He spat out before storming off into oblivion where even memories no longer exist.

With the booze and anger flowing through him, Atticus' smile turned into a cocky sneer. He strutted through the art gallery like he owned the place, his eyes scanning for any woman who caught his attention. And when he found one, there was no holding back - he grabbed her ass without hesitation or remorse.

As he passed through the gallery, Atticus continued to shamelessly flirt with every woman in sight. It didn't matter if they were interested or not; all that mattered was satisfying his own twisted desires at this point. But then something happened that threw him off balance: a random chick stopped him to ask about an art piece she didn't understand.

Atticus found the nerdy art chick, Emily, extremely attractive. Her glasses only added to her charm and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her intelligence as well. "Hey there, cutie. What's your name?"

"I'm Emily. And you are?" she says blushing.

Atticus just starts flexing and mumbles, "Oh, just a guy trying to get his dick wet. So, what do you think of this painting here? It looks like some abstract shit to me"

"That's not abstract art; it's actually an interpretation of the artist's feelings about the current state of politics in their country. The colors represent different emotions they experienced while creating it, and the shapes symbolize various issues they faced during that time period… haha...Sorry, but I can tell you don't know much about modern art techniques or concepts used by contemporary artists these days…"

"Fuck off you woke bitch! You think you know everything just because you wear glasses and read books all day long?! Go back to your little nerd cave before I punch those fucking glasses off your face!" Atticus shouts as he storms off to another bar, with a hot busty blonde waitress, leaving behind a trail of confusion mixed with humiliation within himself as well as those around them who witnessed this exchange between two people who couldn't be more different from each other socially speaking.

Atticus made his way to the next bar, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. As he approached, he noticed a ditzy blonde bartender with tight shirt barely containing her busty chest. She was giggling vapidly to herself as she wiped down the counter, completely oblivious to Atticus' presence.

Without hesitation, Atticus began flirting with her shamelessly. He leaned in close enough for their bodies to touch and started leering at her boobs which were on full display through her tight top. His voice grew deeper and developed an accent - it was clear that this man had lived a life far from luxury or education; one filled with hardship and struggle where language wasn't always properly taught or understood but rather learned through experience alone… And it showed in how he spoke now - thick brogue rolling off his tongue like honey dripping from a spoon onto freshly-baked cookies hot out of the oven… Delicious yet dangerous all at once…

"Hey there," Atticus drawled as he placed his order for another drink, "I ain't got no clue 'bout them art pieces ya got hangin' around here but I do know what makes me feel good…" He flexed slightly before continuing on about how dumb those 'art crap' are compared to what really matters in life: getting laid and having fun while doing so without any cares or worries holding you back because let's face it – we only live once so why waste time thinking too much when we could be enjoying ourselves instead?

The bartender, Amber, smiled brightly at him before introducing herself. "I'm Amber," she said sweetly as she leaned closer to him, her cleavage on full display through the tight fabric of her shirt. "And what's your name big guy?"

Atticus paused for a moment, his mind blank as he tried to remember his own damn name. Finally, after a few seconds had passed by without any answer forthcoming from him, he managed to muster up something that sounded vaguely familiar: "Uhhh… Jackson… yeah. Jackson Armstrong."

As they talked more about trivial matters, Atticus couldn't help but think back on his past - growing up in the south where church was mandatory every Sunday; attending college parties every weekend until dawn broke; being a 21-year old frat bro who would probably drop out soon as he now thought college was for losers. It all seemed so distant now compared to this new persona emerging within him – one filled with conservative ideals and passion for tradition above all else… His liberal ideals slipped into oblivion as easily as water down a drainpipe while Jackson took over completely.

"So Amber," Jackson drawled as he leaned in closer to her, his voice dripping with vapid entitlement, "you know what I think would make this night even better?" She shook her head no before he continued on with his plan: "I think we should go back to my place and continue our conversation there… Without all these distractions." He winked at her playfully while giving her ass a subtle squeeze.

As memories of pranking his bros in the frathouse flooded back into Jackson's mind alongside images of blackout drunkenness each night after partying hardcore, one thing became clear - southern pride was something that ran deep within him; it defined who he was at his core regardless if others liked it or not… And right now? Well let's just say Amber looked pretty damn happy about it all too.

As Jackson continued to flirt with Amber, his muscles flexed beneath the tight fabric of his shirt. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for finally finding someone who shared similar beliefs as him – someone who understood the importance of faith and tradition above all else… Someone who wasn't afraid to speak their mind even if it meant offending others in the process.

"I can't stand this woke bullshit," Jackson said passionately as he leaned closer to her, "It's like everyone wants to be a victim these days instead of standing up for what they believe in." Amber nodded her head in agreement before adding her own thoughts on the matter: "Exactly! It's about time people started speaking out against all this political correctness nonsense."

"You know what else pisses me off?" Jackson asked rhetorically while flexing again just for good measure, "All these damn snowflakes crying about how hard life is because they weren't born white or straight or rich or whatever else it is that bothers them nowadays…" He shook his head disapprovingly at society as a whole before continuing on with his rant: "But you know what? I wouldn't change a thing about being a white, straight republican man!"

The rest of the night was a blur for Jackson. One moment they were in the bar flirting and flexing, and then suddenly they found themselves back at his smelly frathouse… It didn't matter though because all that mattered now was fucking Amber senseless while belittling her every step of the way – being as crude and rude as possible just to get off on it all…

"You like that you stupid bitch?" He asked her between gritted teeth before slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. She moaned out loud in response, begging him for more which only served to fuel his desire even further…

As he took in the football and wrestling trophies lining the walls alongside other mementos from his past glory days, Jackson grabbed a half-drunk beer from the side table before turning back towards Amber who lay naked on his bed with cum dripping down her leg. "You know what else would be fun?" He asked rhetorically while chugging down another swig of beer, "Telling everyone at school how much of a slut you are…" His voice trailed off into laughter which only served to further embarrass Amber even more than she already had been during their encounter together.

Jackson was the biggest asshole on campus – feared by nerds, lusted after by every chick, and loved by his frat bros. He was an awful conservative douchebag who always grunted in the gym while flexing his muscles; he truly believed himself to be God's gift to women… And it showed in how he treated them – with disdain and entitlement instead of respect or compassion.

As word spread about his encounter with Amber (which he made sure happened as soon as possible), Jackson couldn't help but feel proud of himself for finally being able to humiliate someone else publicly just like they had done to him countless times throughout high school… It wasn't long before every girl on campus wanted a piece of him – whether it be for sex or simply attention from such an infamous figure at their university… And every guy? Well let's just say they all wanted to be friends with Jackson so that they could ride his coattails into popularity themselves without having any real skill or talent beyond being part of "the group".

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Adding Lattice Fence Panels to Your Outdoor Space to Enhance It

A common option for homeowners wishing to improve the appearance and usefulness of their outdoor areas is lattice fence panels. Lattice panels are a versatile and sophisticated design that may be used for a variety of functions, such as supporting climbing plants or offering seclusion.

For many different reasons, timber plinths are becoming more and more popular in Melbourne, where more and more homeowners are realising their benefits. The main advantage is that sleepers made of concrete are extremely long-lasting and robust. You can be confident that your purchase will hold up for years with a concrete sleeper.

Lattice Fence Panels: Understand What Are They?

Lattice panels are incredibly adaptable and have a wide range of uses. They can be used as trellises, garden screens, or even as ornamental accents for arbours and pergolas. Your home's kerb appeal can be improved with a well-designed filigree fence, which might raise its market value. Lattice panels are a useful addition to your home due to their practicality and visual appeal. These panels can be utilised as parts of more intricate fencing constructions or as stand-alone fences.

A chic and adaptable accent to any outdoor area is lattice fence panels. These panels, which come in wood, plastic, or metal options, provide functional advantages including seclusion, encouragement of climbing plants, and increased property value in addition to their visual attractiveness. You may design a stunning and useful outdoor space that enhances your house and conveys your style by properly organising the installation and regularly cleaning your lattice panels at home.

Improved Aesthetics Combined With Privacy and Safety

Lattice panels give your yard or garden a refined and charming touch. While maintaining a certain amount of seclusion, their open architecture gives off a delicate, airy vibe. They complement both classic and modern building types effectively.

Climbing vegetation and vines are best supported by lattice panels. Climbing plants such as ivy, roses, and clematis may provide a rich, green backdrop that accentuates the beauty of your garden. Even while lattice panels aren't entirely substantial, they can offer some seclusion and safety when included in a bigger barrier. Use lattice panels with fewer gaps for extra seclusion, or cover the openings with climbing plants.

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Vinyl lattice panels panels

Some fences can be DIY projects while others require a higher skill level to put together. While the metal sheets fully cover the fence, the wood part still allows you to take a peak to the outdoor surrounding. Wire or chain link fences make it easy to grow vegetables or flowers vertically. Bamboos work as the material which builds up the panels of this backyard fence with the concrete blocks handle the base and the posts. You can expect to pay between $20 per linear foot for a picket fence, and up to $40 per linear foot for a privacy fence. Turning bricks sideways kills two birds with one stone the bricks can now double as a barrier and as flower pots. Slat fencing is usually constructed from powder-coated aluminium, making it light and durable. You may use the same method for vertical fences, but your board will be different in appearance. Create a living wall as a vertical garden idea. The contrast of the black fence and the white walls go hand in hand and. Horizontal fences allow for more customization than standard vertical fencing because vertical fencing is typically prefabricated. They range in height, materials, structure, and more. Check out these privacy fence ideas and start enjoying your backyard in peace. A horizontal privacy fence is a modern fence design that incorporates wood, vinyl, composite or some other type of infill material in a horizontal layout. Using a pneumatic nail gun is usually adviced but if you must hand nail, try to use galvanized ring shank or spiral nails. To construct a horizontal fence, lay a wooden board lengthwise and secure it to vertical posts on the ground. This could be a scalloped shape to the vertical planks, lattice trim, or wrought iron trim. See pictures of wood, vinyl, bamboo, metal & diy fence designs. If you park your car beside your home, a fence can provide some extra security. The back is reinforced with thick barn beams for extra durability. If you want a fence that can easily last 15-20 years, choosing cedar is smart. Opposite the fence there will be a camellia hedge to enclose the other side of the garden, its dark green leaves studded with white flowers in spring. Horizontal planks can be spaced close together, or farther apart depending on how much privacy you'd like. He cut cypress logs into long boards ranging in thickness from 1/2- to 3/4-inches. To give you a glimpse of the prices: A 6-foot long cedar picket costs roughly $2-3 for one. This fencing can come in a variety of different colours to complement the style of your home or backyard and creates a sleek and modern look. A regular enfilade of large pots against the fence will create a striking visual axis, with the spaces between the pots marked by embellished bronze uprights set into the fence. Browse photos of vertical fence on Houzz and find the best vertical fence pictures & ideas. A fence can delineate outdoor space, provide privacy and security, and add some design flair. Bamboo Fence Ideas: Stunning Rustic Design. It doesn't have to be a tall privacy fence, but it could be just high enough to make it difficult for someone to enter your yard. Easy Fence Ideas: Horizontal Stained Planks. See wood, metal & vinyl lattice fencing designs. Spruce is valued at about $5, for the same length. A hydroponic system panel allows the ferns, huecheras and grasses to appear to be growing wildly up the fence, echoing the soft fringe planting of stipa and foxgloves. Vertical fences work well on uneven ground, and even sharp slopes, because the fence boards can be stair-stepped to match the contour of the ground. These are our favorite ways to start up a vertical garden display. Homeowners should first consider the price of materials, including the fence posts, caps, hardware, and panels. See more ideas about vertical garden, garden design, plants. You have two options, vertical fencing or horizontal fencing. Explore Leslie Alexander's board "modern vertical fences" on Pinterest. See more ideas about fence design, pool fence, fence landscaping. Aldi has a Wonderwall vertical planter kit with 96 planters. 30 Inspiring Yard and Garden Fence Ideas. If the only space you have to grow is a sunny fence, you can still tuck in some small plants. See more ideas about pool, pool fence, backyard pool. Simple, yet elegant, these fences are easy to maintain, and provide a great deal of privacy around your front garden. If your driveway continues alongside your house, consider fencing in the driveway with a lateral fence along the driveway. An absolute winner when combined with white concrete walls, these black horizontal slats are a modern take on a classy garden fence.

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[ID: A photograph of an enormous statue of the goddess Athena, surrounded by columns and with a latticed roof overhead; she wears gold robes and a golden helm, and in her right hand holds the goddess Nike, who has large wings and a victory wreath. Her left hand holds up an enormous shield, which has a massive and very adorable snake hiding behind it; a lance leans against her left shoulder.]

The crown jewel of the Nashville Parthenon is the gilded statue of Athena, 42 feet tall and Not Air Conditioned.

She is very impressive, and also very difficult to photograph. As you can see, she's holding a figure of Nike, the Winged Victory, and they have a cool feature nearby where they show an image of Nike at full scale so you can see how you measure up (she's 6'4" or almost two meters).

In person the statue is...I think unavoidably a bit gaudy, but also we're learning that the original Greek statues were probably a bit gaudy too, so that's fine. What I honestly found more captivating were the bronze doors opposite her, though.

[ID: a huge pair of bronze doors set into a sandy-colored wall; the doors have three large square panels each, handles near the bottom, and are topped with a window covered with a decorative grille.]

They're a bit unassuming at first, but then you read the little placard that says they weigh 7.5 tons each and are a foot thick; it's thought that they're the largest matching set of bronze doors in the world. There's another pair in the "treasury" behind Athena, facing her back but in a separate walled-off room. They're very compelling once you get a good look at them, but what really got me was that they're locked.

With a single chain and a Master lock.

[ID: The handles of the doors in close-up; they are made of intertwined snakes holding pearls in their mouths, and the bottoms of the handles are worn bright with repeated touching. Threaded through the handles is a short length of pretty standard grade chain like you might use if you didn't have a cable lock for your bicycle; the ends of the chain are threaded onto a padlock with "Master" printed across the bottom.]

Which, if you're a fan of the Lockpicking Lawyer, is especially funny, but even without that context (Master are notoriously easy to pick) it's pretty funny that 15 tons of bronze in the middle of a public park are locked shut with a Master brand padlock. Just. It's so human.

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⭐️ gay movie night ⭐️ cone 5.5 ceramic stoneware, underglaze, glaze a documentation of our time together and a sappy love letter to the bf @rancidslime video id: a red stoneware vase with a yellow illustration on a white backdrop depicting two shirtless men warmly embracing on a bed with sheets kicked about and a laptop balanced on the covers. text above reads “a loving gay movie night on a giant odd rock in the milky way hurtling through space”. The edges of the panel give way to broken checkerboard patterns and flowers. The back of the vase features 3 rows of mammal like creatures frozen in mid gallop. The upper half of the vase gives way to a 3D latticed black and white checkerboard.

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