"every inch, even this"
Claire EA Fiedler
2013

Sitting quietly in the center of a field, an abandoned homestead waits. It's wooden frame weathered, its awning caving down, its purpose come and gone. The surrounding land, every inch, harvested. In the middle of a dry winter, the soil sits, tired, spent, saturated. House and field, silent together. A story of use, of loss, of what's left, waiting.