The Weather today

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In his later years, my grandfather took up the habit of writing a journal. He documented his and my grandmothers every-day, the weather, the walks, visits, and a variety of other things. He wrote in his journal to remember. In his last journal, his declining health became apparent. After his passing, my grandmother took over the journal and kept writing every day in it throughout the remainder of the year. She followed the manner of style and subjects my grandfather wrote about, documenting peoples visits, the weather, and her daily activities. The journal gave her a dialogue with him. kept him close to her.

 

Alongside entries from the journal are images from my grandmother's camera. My grandmother was not a photographer nor was photography something I related to her. The images were all made with her early 2000´s digital point-and-shoot camera. She took most of them herself or in some instances had other family members take them for her when she was or wanted to be present in the images herself. With her little camera, she captured images of moments and observations so ordinary and self-evident that they sometimes could be seen as pointless. but in fact, later, I have come to realise that those are the sort of images that are the most precious. In the same way, my grandfather documented their every-day in his journal my grandmother did the same through her camera. Within the every-day there is beauty and, in the case of my grandparents, the undying love they shared.