Driving with my brother to Michigan to see my family at my grandmother’s house and meeting up with my father who lived in North Carolina and his brothers. Walking around the yard and trying to catch the aftermath of an ice storm through a window. Singing Johnny Cash and other songs around the fireplace. Smoking ribs while the sun is setting. Writing a song.

Finding 11 clips in an old hard drive from my freshman dorm room including shots of a friend who died later that year. Thinking about how it all can get lost and how I can pull some of the pieces together again.

Going to Virginia with friends and visiting the Great Dismal Swamp. Smoking weed and drinking beers after grilling fish and sitting by a campfire. Swimming in the Chesapeake Bay after taking a bit of mushrooms. Seeing the Bridge-Tunnel in the dark and walking back through the woods.

Hiking in the Tennessee woods with a friend and his dog after recovering from a long journey from a California weed mountain on fire across the country. Taking pictures while they wrestle and spin and sit, finally.

Stopping at my great-grandparent’s old summer home out in Long Island, where I recorded an album years before, for maybe the last time because my mother was selling it.

Looking out at the beach in the dark until I put the camera down and realize a woman is sitting right next to me to see if I was ok. Listening to her talk about how she is preparing to leave this place behind because she is getting a divorce. Telling me about her father-in-law loving the song “Sailing” by Rod Stewart and singing it to me. Watching her walk away and filming the last of the fisherman before walking down the path back to the house.