some dear memories from my time in Bangladesh. January, 2022. Every morning I woke up to the sound of distant prayer and watched the land stretch out in front of me. The rising sun always tugged at the haze as if pulling it back like a curtain, unveiling each new day; uncovering a new landscape that filled me with hope. The first photograph was taken in my father’s hometown in Netrakona on a particularly hazey morning. Ahead of me, my family crossed the ever-expanding rice field. I stayed behind to watch this scene, knowing that it was perhaps this moment’s impermanence that made it so special.