They say artists and photographers return again and again to certain people and scenes, because they are touched by them and also learn how to capture them. I am drawn to Wendy’s old farmhouse, which sits on a busy road, and I am drawn to the wires and lines of the road and the big open field behind her house. I think I knew Wendy, I think she ran a farm stand nearby, I don’t know what happened to her and her house, or even why it speaks to me. I go there to take photos in storms, and when the light is framed against it.