Moon hangs low over Casper


“Show me the photographs of your mom, the one we don’t talk about. Your brother, the one who left. We will trace it all, on foot, knee deep in the snow. Pushing through the sleet and the bite. We will see what we find and feel what we don’t. And the grandmother will loom over us like the moon does. Constant, behind the clouds, in the shadow of the Earth.”

Various 16mm stocks & Sony A7iii