Saratoga

From the dining room, the land reads like a composition— light moving across grass, stone and shadow arranged with quiet intent.

Step outside, and it becomes something else entirely. Paths open, clearings appear, small moments unfolding like rooms within a park.

Boulders, pebbles, and earth work in concert, stitching these micro-experiences into a single field— a landscape meant not only to be viewed, but to be wandered, returned to, and slowly understood.