This body of work begins with the location of my mother's house: a quarter mile north of Peter's Pond. This remote location and tiny house are steeped in strange and compelling family history. I grew up believing that there were bodies preserved eternally in the cold depths of Peter's Pond, and now see it as the physical embodiment of forces that can swallow a person alive. The photographs I make here investigate human impermanence and the lingering traces of past events.