Sleepy Hollow Farm

There are two seasons in this photograph. Autumn owns the trees and the lane buried in red maple leaves, but the first frost has already taken the fields, dusting them silver while fog slides down the hill.
They call this the most photographed farm in America, an 1800s homestead tucked into a bend of dirt road in Pomfret, Vermont, and standing there you understand why. I arrived in the dark and waited while the valley made up its mind. Woodsmoke came off the red chimney, and frost ticked off the fence rails as the light came up.
I framed it from the top of the lane so the leaves carry you down the road, past the fence, to the farmhouse door. The place does not really ask to be looked at. You walk into it, and somewhere past the barn you catch yourself planning a different kind of life.
For anyone who keeps one foot in a simpler century. Printed and finished to gallery standard, made for an entryway or the wall beside a reading chair. A piece of a Vermont morning to keep, long after the frost has burned off.