transitions may be the least remarkable detail in a house, but but they represent a very unique aspect of a home. They are the thresholds that you step over everyday as you move from the outside world to a place of warmth and familiarity. I’m not sure what compelled me to photograph my first transition, or my second, but after my third it wasn’t hard to see the beauty that they hold. They are worn. Two worlds butting together. The inside and the outside. I wonder what our own personal transitions look like, the place where we end and the rest of the world begins. To me they represent how unique every home is, in its most simple form, in plain language. I don’t remember what transitions of the house I grew up in looked like, and I don’t know that I would even recognize it if somebody showed me, but sure enough it was there.