For eight years my family has returned to the same house on Land’s End Road in Hilton Head, South Carolina each summer. Divorce, estrangements, death, and remarriage have caused my family to shrink, reshape, and evolve, but some version of it has found itself here every year. My sister had her first kiss on this island, my father was remarried on the beach steps away from our house, and I learned how to play Hearts and Gin Rummy from my grandfather at the kitchen table. I have grown up on this landscape, discovering my love of art through painting lessons from my grandmother and eventually through a camera. And now, years older, I am no longer the youngest child. I get to  teach younger sisters to face the same fears of riding bikes and swimming in unfamiliar water. I will forever be grateful to these people and this place that helped me grow.