Through the medium of large format photography, and the still observational ground glass, I travel through a liminal space to reach a spiritual level of reception and recording in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Once I reach this place, then begins the process of collecting, organizing, and observation. I must attempt to collect moments from past and present in “God’s County” as my mother calls it, from the rise and fall of the lumberjack, and the mystery of what humans do in the woods, to the comfort of Catholic rituals. The landscape informs the sacred clues within my quiet family memories and history, and the portrait gazes back at me. This reciprocal process moves back and forth until the holiday is over and I must travel back through the liminal space to the place of analysis.