Dawn to Dusk
A few years ago, I stumbled upon “the farm.” I was driving around for no particular reason when I turned down a dirt road. I parked my car and was soon confronted by three curious horses staring back at me from the other side of a fence. I admired how gentle they were despite being five times my size, and the sunny autumn breeze made me nostalgic for my childhood spent in nature’s calm embrace. Two weeks later I was drawn back to the farm. This time, the horses were on the other side of the pasture, so I walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A man named Mark gave me carrots to feed his horses, Maserati, Ferrari, Lexus… they were all named after cars. I had a feeling this was the start of something special.
Visiting the farm soon became my favorite weekend activity. I watched animals grow up, new fences get built, and plants change with the seasons. I observed other humans come and go, who like me, craved a few hours of escape from our overstimulated world. I never quite knew what changes to expect each time I visited the farm, but there was one thing I could always count on: rain or shine, from dawn until dusk, Mark was there. He is the caretaker, and the collector. Without him, this place would fall apart.
Two years ago, I never could have imagined how much of a home this place would become for me. I hope this work inspires you to slow down and play in some dirt. I hope it encourages you to go find your own slice of heaven – to take a risk and knock on a door, because you never know what could be waiting on the other side.