In February of 2021 I lost my grandmother in the midst of the coronavirus pandemic and had to travel to Brocton, New York. There I tried to find peace in the cold by photographing quiet moments among the chaos my family was experiencing. About two weeks later my aunt also passed away. Since then I've returned to Brocton to honor these family members and all that they left. My grandmother left hidden items and notes everywhere for the rest of us to figure out. My aunt left my Mom with a last wish of keeping in touch with her kids and husband (my cousins and uncle). Their presence is everywhere still even though they're gone. These are the slices of life that remind me that they are still here in some ways. This series is titled Sitting on a Blue Flower because my grandmother used to tell everyone to find a blue flower to sit on while she made a treat to eat.