Hiromi Nakashima's first photobook brings together photographs from different periods and series of her career, and yet it feels coherent and whole: the photography is attuned to the small, surreal moments in which everyday life seems more mysterious, meaningful and rich. In impromptu snapshots and arranged compositions Nakashima draws out her own vision of the world. She describes the book as a collaboration with her late husband, Futoshi, who died in 2011 and appears in various photographs; even though she cannot see him, she often feels as if they are taking these pictures together. In the afterword she recalls climbing the small hill with a primeval forest that she can see from her home window, and feeling connected to every tree, leaf and bird by invisible threads.