When my dad passed away I was searching for something to heal my soul. I started to work out imagery of his role in my making. The land I grew up on played a significant role in the way I process the world. My dad was a part of this place and also grew up in this place. He died in this place. This place of one hundred year old oaks and humming birds, that dad says were grandma, who also died in this place, and the koi pond.