For me recalling the seasons and the small particulars of my life is something like developing photographs. I have lived with a certain perspective, in very specific moments of time. They are my inner snapshots. Whether I am aware of it or not, the film has been exposed and developed. It holds my memory. Now the prints lie in the pan of developing fluid. What they really are is not yet known to me. But slowly, as they rise, I can see shapes take form. There is light and there is dark. I begin to see outlines, and when the prints finally float to the surface I see images reflecting my life back to me, ready for the light of day.
— Gunilla Norris, Journeying in Place