Author: Sonia Castro


Black metal fences are aesthetically pleasing, and they are often required by homeowner’s associations. They vary greatly in options and pricing. Though wrought iron is a durable and exquisite product, it is comes at an enormous expense (starting at $125 per linear foot). Currently hollow steel or hollow weatherproof aluminum are passable substitutes for wrought iron (averaging $10-15 per foot).

 In the Colonial era, only the affluent could afford an imported luxury such as wrought iron. By definition, wrought iron is hand-crafted iron. In Victorian times, blacksmithing became a more common trade in America. Metalwork became a popular architectural feature. Foundries responded to this demand by mass producing elaborately detailed posts, pickets, and scrollwork. In the 1800’s many homes featured this beautiful product as details became of paramount importance in the architecture of finer homes.

Upon purchase of a historical home, it might be required by preservation regulations to repair or rebuild wrought iron fences using specialists who choose materials in keeping with the original product. In the event that more autonomy is afforded to the homeowner, options are available to keep the cost of such fences at a more surmountable pricepoint. 

A four-foot-tall tubular aluminum prefabricated fence panel costs approximately $12 per square foot, installation not included. Hollow steel will average $15 per square foot, and solid steel typically costs around $85 per square foot. Installation on aluminum and hollow steel can be performed by very experienced amateurs, but solid steel and cast iron is best left to seasoned professionals.

The maintenance on these fence types is significantly greater than wooden fences. Rust-proof aluminum requires the least amount of maintenance, while steel and iron need to be painted as scratches occur in order to prevent rust.
No matter which type of black fence you choose, contact to guide you to the option that best suits your needs.

Tripping on balloons

Remember the time you were flying in a hot air balloon? You wore jeans so no one could see up your shorts. You put on a ball cap so it would burn up first before the blaze sizzled your hair. You even chose your memory foam sneakers just in case you had to jump. Remember? You brought the friend you most wanted to take to heaven with you. Just in case things went wrong. You climbed into the basket. You felt like a picnic lunch. You wished you had a giant ziploc bag that you could crawl inside so you could be a real sandwich. Did you identify as turkey or roast beef? You wondered what creature would eat you if you fell to your death and became a street pizza. Remember? The hot air balloonist wore a plaid shirt and had an underbite. You were certain he would have worn his overalls if they had been clean that day. You wondered if he had to go to balloonist school to be certified for this trade. You looked around the picnic basket, then up inside the billowing balloon, searching for his framed credentials. Nothing. You were sure you were going to die. But you couldn’t jump out. Too far above earth now. Your friend beamed as the wind blew her long, wavy hair back. Even the balloonist looked free, chewing his toothpick even more joyfully. Remember? You were grateful that the parking lot launch pad had a blue porta-potty at the back corner. You wished it was in the picnic basket with you. Had a sandwich ever needed a restroom? Finally you landed on the pavement. Only a few little lurches. You were alive!! But as you stepped off, you fell into a pothole. And died. Should’ve called Hoover Asphalt Repair.