Nine months into Greg’s transcontinental soul-searching expedition, a twist of fate put him on a dirt road in northern Vietnam—one that converged with that of Black Hmong blanket weaver. Without a word of common language between them, Davis gestured towards her hands. She held them out: deep blue and green, worn from years of labor, an intricate map of the lines of fate. With only a $400 point-and-shoot, Davis captured something larger than himself. Though he did not know it yet, in this fleeting moment, his life was woven with that of the blanket weaver. That moment marked a shift for Greg. It was in that encounter that he found his calling: to connect people in vastly different worlds through the medium of his photographs. For this he is immensely grateful. The way this simple image triggers such deep and varied reactions in viewers is a source of inspiration for Greg and fuels his desire to one day return to those mountains, find those hands, and tell the story of the woman they belong to. It will be his spiritual pilgrimage to connect to something greater than himself.