On the last day of my daughter’s 16th year, we dined in Bass Harbor, and then I handed her one of two DSLR cameras, took the other, and clambered over the rocks onto the strand where rivulets of water were glimmering down into the pulsing ocean’s edge. I knelt beside her and aimed the camera toward a pink shell in the arc of a set of wet mossy boulders.  “Open the aperture, focus on that shell…Now close the aperture and get it all in focus, the shell, the boulders, the water.” Less than a year ago neither of us had ever used a DSLR. As we set about capturing the ebb tide flowing back into the harbor, I thought about the flow of life between mother and daughter. The photographs here are the memories my daughter and I share of one short afternoon of that flow. We invite you to view them as a window into the various flows of your own life, flows barely discernible, and yet relentless, taking and giving life.