On an autumn night, when the moon was waxing towards fullness, I spent the last hours of the day documenting this precious family. The woods near their home provided the perfect sanctuary for their children to run free and wild. They jumped from rock to rock, spun through the air, and landed in each others arms over and over again. To me, this is where holiness lives. It's in the simple, everyday moments that, when full of attention, hover somewhere between this world and the next.