I wanted to photograph the moment when grief becomes infrastructure. This woman's coat cannot hold its shape without the bones of her grandmother's silhouette — literally, the whalebone stays. The cedar bark lining once protected sacred objects that have been returned to the earth. She stands among navigation markers for a river that moved, wearing directions to places that no longer apply. The Tlingit understanding of objects as vessels for spirit, fused with the Provençal tradition of practical beauty — both cultures that know how to make something useful from what remains. This is what functional grief looks like: not the wound, but the weight-bearing structure built around it. — Sable