As queer trans and gender non-conforming children of the Vietnamese diaspora, we are fragmented at the crossroads of being displaced from not only a sense of belonging to our ancestral land, but also our own bodies which are conditioned by society to stray away from our most authentic existence. Yet these bodies of ours are the vessels we sail to embark on a lifetime voyage of return to our original selves. It is our bodies that navigate the treacherous tides of normative systems that impose themselves on our very being. And it is our bodies that act as community lighthouses for collective liberation. Ultimately, the landscape of our bodies is our blueprint to remembering, to healing, to blooming.

Parallel stories connected through an intimacy with death. The living and the dead communicate throu...

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Somewhere between the mountains and valleys a small autumn flower bloomed.

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A slug climbs small mountains at the peak of Mount Greylock (3,489 ft).

A golden sunrise brings light to the foggy hills and meadows of late summer.

Documentary exploring economic and environmental connections between farmers in Latin America, coffe...

A short film shot on Super 8 which captures the last days of winter.

A close look at flowers and pollinators on a sunny summer morning.

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"The acid soil of New England, its wide stretches of hardwoods, its numerous sugar maples, its rolli...

A short film featuring a coastal forest and the rocky coastline of downeast Maine.