I’m in love with farm-y stuff. Fences, rust, grass, boots, barns, all of it. Livestock, fields, dirt; everything. I mean it. Which basically means that when I’m back in California visiting my parents I have to visit Gibson Ranch and take pictures. Because there’s farm-y stuff there. So already I love it, and then I get back into the mode of self-portraits that feels like a little bit of therapy, and BAM! I’m a happy Heather again.