In this work, I am thinking about loss more fluidly, instead of it being tied to a specific place. It is uprooted, it follows, passing through seasons and states, not just lingering in a singular space. My urge to make images emerges from a fear of forgetting, though I know, I’ll forget even if I do have a photograph. We lose obvious things everyday, but also more obscure things—shadows, light, ourselves, time, reality. In this enduring grief, my images become repeated phrases, a way to try and trust the fact that loss is necessary. I reconcile with the fact that my time must move forward. I walk with my camera, though my footing is off, my reality bent, my vision shifted, one foot in front of the other as an act of coping with grief.