I strapped my tiny solargraphy pinhole camera to the roof of my building in Potrero Hill, San Francisco, facing west to capture the setting sun. But the days were filled with mist, and the sun remained obscured. What emerged—after scanning and inverting the image—was a vision I hadn’t expected: a distant world, luminous and strange, as if seen from another galaxy.

And yet, I felt us reaching—our presence, our imprint—spreading outward like a signal, like a contagion. Even across time. Even across stars.

Printed on a 12×12-inch aluminum panel, this work is part of Futures Past, a constellation of photographic transmissions shaped by elemental atmospheres, planetary grief, and the uneasy truth that our influence extends far beyond Earth. We Are Reaching is not about exploration, but invasion—the echo of harm carried on light, infecting even the cosmos.