Pozzi Farm, just outside of Valley Ford, California (2014)
In the place where I grew up, there are many fences, barbed wires, stakes, and natural barriers like creeks and forests to partition the land. Farmers need this to corral animals; nature requires this, when a stream must pass through land to reach the ocean; and humans impart their own desires, like my father posting this “No Trespassing” sign. Ownership is an odd thing; really, we are all renters on this earth, but somehow we feel compelled to place stakes to mark the things that are ours. This image from my family farm represents that human desire.