The summer following my father’s unexpected death, my mom, sister, and I traveled aimlessly across North America spreading his ashes. On these trips we found solace in bathing in streams, long stretches of road touching flowering deserts, and in just seeing that the world was bigger than daddy dying. My memories of uninhabited land and the grief we poured into it are the inspiration behind my current photographic series. The collection consists of large-scale self-portraits alongside my family, evoking a once familiar yet now otherworldly utopia. There are no signs of modern life; the photographs are taken in tucked away areas that have not been directly altered by humans. The landscapes I choose to photograph are specific to us: a dried up lake we used to canoe across to collect wild blueberries, the wooded path where my parents got married, and landscapes reminiscent of those we traveled through while spreading ashes.