One night my great-great-grandmother went for a walk that ended with her death in the family farm pond. Only that is known for sure. More than one hundred years later her walk remains a matter of conjecture and dispute. Still, attendant to the discussions, come the various emotions of sadness and shame, but also connection. And in this work of encaustic and oil paintings, crows have been assigned significant roles: they serve as witnesses and they tell the story.