Through photography, I developed a sense of context. Ephemeral interactions with the environment revealed moments that were familiar and distinct. A fog covers the bay, a red bucket left behind on the table. A strong tide in the fog, a beach renewed with treasures for my brother and his son to explore. Consistent revisitation of the island may have eroded some of my memories, but these pieces of time reappear and intersperse, coalesced as a new sense of the island, my family and myself. But there is always a barrier, a point of impossibility in that sense. What does my family see?