The oversized and distant images of my parents form the borders of this piece. My father LaVern is shown on an impossibly tall ladder, helping construct our childhood home. During their first winter in the house he photographed my mother Helen against the snow caked house as she was about to enter. Between the scrolls hang faded snapshots from our family’s decades together. These moments can never be regained and remain elusive, figments of the unreachable past.