This is a scene that always speaks to me. I'm not sure I can explain what the connection is for me. I have shot it in summer, in autumn, in mist and in snow. It is one of the few remaining farms in my small town; the owners are descended from one of the first families to settle our area.
But beyond the history is just the scene itself -- rolling fields, meandering fence, arching trees. Objectively beautiful, yes; but it is so beautiful to me because it is a scene I grew up with, and it speaks to me of home.
What sort of landscape do you hold in your heart?