I started this series when I first went back to colorado to help take care of my ailing father. I had a little studio by a lake where a fox would come out and watch me while I smoked. It was a very still time for my heart, I would go out at night after my parents went to bed and smoke, they lived in the middle of the forest so the sound of the wind through the trees or the sound of snow falling, sometimes cracking branches under its weight, these sounds are my most vivid memories of those months. I think that I am still listening to the almost silence, waiting for an answer or I don't know what.