Though I have spent half my life living in Vermont, I still feel like a city kid discovering Vermont for the first time whenever I walk out my door with my camera. I appreciate the quiet beauty of the slowly changing seasons. Fall is my favorite time. The earth shuts down bit by bit. Leaves fall, birds head south and animals scurry to prepare for the long winter. I love the quiet and the sound of distant crows warning us to get ready. Then more silence and then another leaf falls from a tree and an animal rustles in the weeds. No matter what is going on in the world, the cycle repeats itself. It seems so simple and so perfect. This set of painterly photographs I hope captures the peace and simplicity of a Vermont fall and I hope will further an appreciation of the abundance around us if we listen closely enough to what the animals and land is telling us. West Hill Barn