HOME - David’s Farm

Ein Vered was a quiet village, and our home carried its own rhythm. My grandmother, a Dutch immigrant and former nurse, built a life with my grandfather, raising my late mother in a house that stood still while the world moved around it. My dad, a quiet man, built a horse ranch, moving through the days with steady hands and stories he told when the moment felt right. This series is a search for that silence—the weight of time in familiar places, the traces left behind in light, land, and memory.