" Late November, I noticed the shadow of a flag projected onto a house by a sodium streetlamp. The shadow almost completely enveloped the front of the house, undulating in the wind, covering the windows.

​This image held me, grounded me, and for a moment kept me present.

I wondered what the rhythmic motion of the shadows must look like from within, how it would fill the window, the calming ebb and flow as it moved with the wind.

​There was something so striking about this huge shadow; how, despite its sheer enormity it had been striped of all symbolism and existed only in its physicality."