Link to our past, bridge to our future.

The weight of origination falls heavy. As our grandparents and our parents slip out of this life, the shaping history that cradles us, that which we are so pleasantly pushed along by, also disappears. And when that disappearance takes place behind us the forward motion that flows into our own children occurs only from us. The history makers are us, surprised and all angles. No longer can we rely on the strong hands of our ascendents. We have to straighten our own spines. We have to turn ourselves from smoke back into trees.