The apartment on Mills Street was our first home in the United States. A small, hidden-away back house with access to a range of fruit trees, it was our calm refuge in times of tremendous personal change and growth and during those turbulent and unstable years of the pandemic. These are photographs taken in the quiet moments: meditations on its play of light and shadow, on its angles and lines, on its shapes and shades; and in a way it's also a quiet love letter to simpler days.