I took this photograph of my twelve year old brother last month when we were at our country house. Twelve is a challenging age; right on the cusp of adolescence but still very much a kid age in which one can lose oneself in play and the newness of things. While editing, it struck me that Samuel looked older than his years and that the wood sprawling this every which way seemed connected to him in all of his complexity of character, in all of the complexity of our family's character. The woods surround our home. It's where we play.