A Homecoming

Filmed over several years across ranch land in South Dakota and hospital corridors in Kansas, this piece began as an attempt to mark my father’s retirement and gradually became something else: a meditation on circulation—of bodies through institutions, of families through landscapes, of labor through generations.

Children drift asleep in the back of a vehicle along the same driveway he once knew, while elsewhere he moves methodically through fluorescent halls. A windmill marks the passage between these places, its familiar sound carrying forward an elusive understanding of work and home—concepts we inherit long before we are able to name them.

What remains is less a documentary record than a quiet accumulation of moments, tracing how we move through places, and how they continue to move through us.