I arrived at Trill Farm on a crisp November morning, just as light was beginning to spread across the fields. I walked among the beds and hedgerows, letting the place reveal itself in its own time. Photography here felt less like taking pictures and more like observing a quiet conversation - not just with the land, but with the gardeners as well. Their focus, the rhythm of their movements from holding a fork to pressing their hands into the earth, and the soft exchanges between them shaped the atmosphere as much as the light did. 

In that brief window of sunrise, as colours sharpened and the land exhaled. I saw the garden’s final abundance of the season and the pause between months, with the gardeners gathering what remains and preparing for what comes next.