My grandpa, the farmer, always told me, “good fences make good neighbors.” He said good fences fostered peaceful relationships and mutual understanding for those on each side of the fence. As a photographer, I am drawn to fence lines. There is something special about how they divide a pasture into orderly sections, and my eye follows them through a scene.

I’ve made friends with the owners of this farm between Little Marsh and Knoxville in Tioga County, Pennsylvania, and I think it’s one of the prettiest. I used to get lost trying to find it, but no more. I go there every season. In early summer, the horses look so happy to have deep, thick grass again. The shadows of the late afternoon sun on the well-kept red barns stretch over the pasture and keep them cool while they munch.

Usually when I visit, the horses come right up to me so that I can talk sweet nothings to them (and I do). But this day they barely looked up from their lunch—probably glad I was kept on the other side of the fence where I wouldn’t bother them.