Shelter Near at Hand
When we moved into the house once owned by my grandfather-in-law we set to the task of clearing out 50 years of a life well lived. This gentle father, husband and WWII vet made a mark, most deeply felt, by those closest to him. But in the process of clearing out objects big and small, buffing marks from the floors, and ripping out overgrown flowerbeds, there was the feeling of history being overwritten. We had already lost so much. The objects that we couldn't part with have made their way into these photographs, along with my husband and children. The backyard features prominently as the place that keeps us rooted as we grow. More than a simple document of home and family and change, I am thinking about the way in which traces from the past get woven into the present.