There isn't much reason for us to notice. It is, after all, part of the background of our world and it is not likely to go away. Our actions suggest we believe the fence and what lies behind it doesn't offer us that much, doesn't call itself to our attention. Still, while we probably notice in some vague, inattentive way that we pass this place, it barely makes contact with our awareness, we pay no real attention to it.
Ah, yes, it does happen - it does happen that we hardly notice elements of what surrounds us, easily and often. We might as well be gentle with ourselves about it. Even though this is part of our world, we explain, it's hardly an important part, hardly anything that requires us to pay attention.
And I won't say otherwise, how can I? And yet there is something here worth a bit of our attention, some fragment of clear seeing from us. What we might find in this forgotten place is the silent dance between hard and soft, between warm and cold. It is worthy of our consideration, worth spending some of our fractured and unfocused moments to look closely and wonder about. Those dances are always surrounding us and it is our loss when we move so fast that we miss their music.