A fence near a sheperd hut in Fagaras Mountains, Romania.

First off, I like the photo: exposure, compistion, subject, etc. etc. etc. with all the that does not matter.

The impact on me is the feeling I get of a place that is timeless and more 'real' than that of West: There is an intrusion by man in the prescence of the fence, but the fence (and man) is somehow native to the scene, made from materials at hand - no barbed wire, no posts from "Farmers' Feed and Lumber", no trash caught in the rails. And no EPA, either.