Southold is an isolated town on the east end of Long Island. A rural waterfront hamlet of illustrious natural beauty, cultural isolation, and national tradition, Southold both emancipates its residents from larger American commercial changes, yet traps its residents in its American small-town narrative. The light in Southold Township is pervasive yet shifting. It transforms the entire landscape from an oppressive space to an expansive one daily. The inhabitants of the peninsula, keenly aware of the ever-present horizon, are both exposed to the ocean and isolated from the mainland. I often return to this home in search of moments of ambiguity.