For years, I gave Home as an assignment to my students, especially when they complained that they could be an Ansel Adams if only they could travel to the great places to shoot, like Yosemite. I got the idea after catching a short documentary about a little known (at the time) photographer in the 1930s and 40s–Todd Webb–who went through an Ansel Adams period like most of us have done. He set the assignment for himself of not shooting outside his house or yard for six months. That assignment shattered his own personal, self-imposed glass ceiling. This was a tough one for my students, who often came back with real estate ad photos of their houses. Find the art in the ordinary, I said, and at times they truly did. I have it easier on my 35 acres. Our horses, mules, dogs, and cats are willing subjects and as the seasons change so do they. The geese are my biggest problem, and in 20 years have yet to capture the definitive moment of flight or repose. Our 100 year old farm house is my best photographic friend. The big windows invite the light in, which invariably coax me outside, drawn to the patterns and shadows and textures around Windhover. I will never finish shooting this place.