Continue reading “Memoir – The Unconventional Gift”
A time-lapse portrait of an elderly couple reveals itself through the half-open doorway; each vertical slice shakily, achingly, shuffling to the next.
Continue reading “Why I Write Memoir”
I write because when I tilt my head the words fall out.
Continue reading “Photographing Elderly Parents, the ethics of”
Permission to take and use these photographs was essential from the outset. That required ensuring that my elderly parents understood how my images might be used – publicly on blogs and perhaps in print.
Continue reading “Out of Reach – Unable to Visit Mum”
She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.
Continue reading “The Lonely Fly”
Then the silence would be broken …
And the gymnastics and shouting begin
Dad holds up the clean magnifying glass. I’m on the floor photographing at weird angles to try and get a decent shot. What I end up with is a caricature of his nose. Usually this would be culled from my collection – I’m not one for keeping unflattering images of people – but it gives me some idea of the distortions he sees.Continue reading “Blogged Out of 2019”
Continue reading “Staying Upright”
There was no manual. Most of it was self-explanatory, since the basic shell is familiar, but it’s those joints, and figuring out which screw goes in what order, that causes angst.
Continue reading “Remote Gardening”
The purchases were carefully placed into every available space of the car so there was no option but to shove our parents in at the last minute.
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was.