Every fall around here, the pumpkin farms turn into the best view in the county. I wanted this one to feel less like a picture and more like standing in it — cool air, low sun, a hundred shades of orange you didn't know existed. The old tractor's a nod to my grandfather's, the one I learned to drive on. I left the farm animals out so the trees and leaves could be the star, and finished the sky with a mother-of-pearl essence that catches the light in a rainbow as you move around the piece.