We are scribes to our own family history, keepers of particular stories and shared memories; those things that tie our individual personalities together as a whole. We become more aware of this as time passes and we begin to experience the loss of people, objects and even thoughts. We become more conscious of how important it is to be a witness. How unique it is to have the capacity to carry with us a collective record of all that has come before in hopes to preserve it for the future. These images are my attempt to preserve part of my own history. They give witness to my grandmother's independent and fragile nature, the simple solitude of her daily life, and the transitions that she faces with each passing year.