This series of images emerged during a transformative period in my life, just before my mother passed away.

I photographed family objects that my mom ultimately left behind, bringing them into nature and witnessing them

transform from ordinary forms to new visual imprints of understanding about love, consciousness and connection.

Each image in this series holds a felt-sense of the thread we follow; grounded in the wisdom of nature and absent of

time and space. 

The title of this series is inspired by the first line of William Stafford's poem, The Way it Is.