When my grandfather passed it felt to me like an entire ocean had evaporated. The life-giving force of my world had gone. After returning to New York, the days blended together in a cold, rainy daze. The fog that clouds our brains after we lose someone had settled in. I began making these photos as a way to understand how the world could keep spinning on as it always had.  I was searching for a way to document the half-conscious state we are in after we face a tragedy. What happens to our minds, where do we go in this haze?