Seven years ago I walked into the woods of Sligo Creek park across the street from our home in Silver Spring, MD not knowing what I might see. Almost immediately, I was struck by how the bright winter light fell on the brambles creating masses of shimmering silver and red lines. These lines in nature felt like possibility, a way to weave a life out of fragility, upheaval and chaos and into a difficult beauty. Evidence of presence and transience continues to surprise and I'm left again with questions.