Twiddly bits

How many times have vine tendrils twined themselves around these wires? How many times have calloused hands pulled the wires taut and twisted the ends to secure them?

It was time for an outdoor blip. Which around here means a vine blip is almost inevitable. It was a grey, overcast day, but the sun briefly poked through the clouds, so I went for a quick walk through the vines. I am running out of different ways of photographing them.