For a short while, our lives overlapped.
Both Donald and Phyllis were living with dementia when we met.
There were coffees, conversations, photographs, small trips, and the kind of everyday adventures that are easy to overlook while they are happening.
Trips with Donald usually involved a few extra stops along the way. There was always somebody to talk to, a watch to admire, a shop to wander through, or a conversation waiting around the next corner.
With Phyllis, there were cameras, coffees, cakes and occasional outings in my old camper van. A good view was always worth stopping for.
What began as a photography project became a story about friendship.
Less about dementia than about the time we spent together.
A small story from a particular moment in time.
For a short while, our lives overlapped.
Both Donald and Phyllis were living with dementia when we met.
There were coffees, conversations, photographs, small trips, and the kind of everyday adventures that are easy to overlook while they are happening.
Trips with Donald usually involved a few extra stops along the way. There was always somebody to talk to, a watch to admire, a shop to wander through, or a conversation waiting around the next corner.
With Phyllis, there were cameras, coffees, cakes and occasional outings in my old camper van. A good view was always worth stopping for.
What began as a photography project became a story about friendship.
Less about dementia than about the time we spent together.
A small story from a particular moment in time.
For a short while, our lives overlapped.
Both Donald and Phyllis were living with dementia when we met.
There were coffees, conversations, photographs, small trips, and the kind of everyday adventures that are easy to overlook while they are happening.
Trips with Donald usually involved a few extra stops along the way. There was always somebody to talk to, a watch to admire, a shop to wander through, or a conversation waiting around the next corner.
With Phyllis, there were cameras, coffees, cakes and occasional outings in my old camper van. A good view was always worth stopping for.
What began as a photography project became a story about friendship.
Less about dementia than about the time we spent together.
A small story from a particular moment in time.
For a short while, our lives overlapped.
Both Donald and Phyllis were living with dementia when we met.
There were coffees, conversations, photographs, small trips, and the kind of everyday adventures that are easy to overlook while they are happening.
Trips with Donald usually involved a few extra stops along the way. There was always somebody to talk to, a watch to admire, a shop to wander through, or a conversation waiting around the next corner.
With Phyllis, there were cameras, coffees, cakes and occasional outings in my old camper van. A good view was always worth stopping for.
What began as a photography project became a story about friendship.
Less about dementia than about the time we spent together.
A small story from a particular moment in time.
Have a wander
Back to the hall
Stitched in Time
Stitched in Time
Have a wander
Back to the hall
Back to the hall
Stitched in Time
For a short while, our lives overlapped.
Both Donald and Phyllis were living with dementia when we met.
There were coffees, conversations, photographs, small trips, and the kind of everyday adventures that are easy to overlook while they are happening.
Trips with Donald usually involved a few extra stops along the way. There was always somebody to talk to, a watch to admire, a shop to wander through, or a conversation waiting around the next corner.
With Phyllis, there were cameras, coffees, cakes and occasional outings in my old camper van. A good view was always worth stopping for.
What began as a photography project became a story about friendship.
Less about dementia than about the time we spent together.
A small story from a particular moment in time.
Have a wander