Ever since his photo albums fell into my lap, I can‘t shake the thought: These are the same trees, the same rocks, the same water. I never met Markku - my grandfather‘s youngest brother. In my photographs I try to approach him and our common places - to enter into a photographic dialogue between times. In the course of this photographic work, light and time have taken on a new meaning for me. By juxtaposing our photographs - including some of the same places - a certain simultaneity is created, and yet in reality we roam past each other. Although we were never in the same place at the same time, it feels as if we have met through our images. As I look at and compare our images, I ask myself many questions: In what ways do we, Markku and I, perceive and capture our respective homes? What do we have in common? In a very subjective way, I explore these thoughts, as well as the meaning of photography in terms of time: Is it a line, a cycle? Can I capture it? Or does each photograph grow a small branch in our timeline?