Follow Your Nose

The afternoons in Arcata can be a beautiful thing when it isn’t raining. The wind usually turns onshore, and when I stand in front of my house I could probably smell the ocean if the air wasn’t filled with an incredible stench. One day I decided to get to the bottom of the funk and figure out where it was coming from. I started heading west and before I new it I was leaving town, and traveling down a one-lane dirt road. At the end of the road was the answer to my confusion: The Windy Acre’s Dairy Farm. From that day on I have been working on a story about this family farm and the people who run it, here are a few "off moments" from the project.






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