New Year's Day, 2014. Old leaf, a new leaf. How do I photograph the feelings I haven't been able to shake? On Christmas Day I'd stopped to consider the ice storm's frozen branches, coated in ice, limbs trapped within. But I'd left my sister's house without my bag, needing to walk off the teariness that had bubbled up and overwhelmed me. While I've lived with depression on and off for many years, I'm beginning to realize it's not just SAD that triggers; what lurks within does so until it can't any more.