Every once in awhile I drive to the first Bedlam Farm, a bride waiting for me, to try and catch the sunrise coming over the valley in front of the house, my former front yard. I have always seen Bedlam Farm as a magical place waiting to free the best spirits of the lucky person who lives there. I am always chasing sunrises and sunsets, drawn hopelessly to the light, a prisoner of it. I love taking photos everywhere, but I think this may be my favorite spot, it is always waiting for me, opening itself up to me.