This is the season of the ancestors. The thinning of the veil when those we've loved, those who've passed draw closest. Samhain - the Celtic New Year - later became All Hallows' Eve, meaning holy or hallowed eve, the threshold of All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day.

I love the physicality of books. These belonged to my father's aunt, Eunice. Photographing them, I connect to her & that time's culture. Reading as joy, book making as art. Photographing these became a meditation on the act of reading, the art of book making, and how we pass our culture from generation to generation.

Let us remember: our words matter.

May the ancestors will you their wisdom.