"We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it." -- George Elliot In April of 2011 Alabama was in the grips of the worst tornado outbreak in U.S. history. 363 tornados touched the ground in a three day period. The very center of one, landing right on top of our family lake house. The lake house sits on a small peninsula on Lake Martin in Alexander City, Alabama. I have been clogging my way through its muddy edges since finding "treasures" with my cousins meant rusty Budweiser caps. We have 15 aunts and uncles, 22 cousins and a spectrum of life events. A massive thing to bear, but the lake house did it. It was there that we learned what it felt like to be held together, to be a family. These photographs are from our first trip back to the lake-- to the same new place. There was anticipation but also an awareness that this would be different. The blue jean couch, faded coffee mugs and the rest of the old house all lay at the bottom of the lake. We think of it when we dip our toes in. Making these photographs was a way of marking the new landscape, of filling the space and leaving traces of ourselves to come back to.