The Old House is an exploration of my grandfather, myself, and his family home (The Old House)as they exist both in physical space and within our aging minds. I began thinking about this project as a simple documentation of The Old House, a space lined from floor to ceiling with photos and packed with mementos that I jokingly consider a fire hazard. In late 2024, my grandfather admitted that he is likely in the early stages of dementia. The news shifted my perspective on the house, and I began considering how memory, preservation, my relationship with my grandfather and the home are all intertwined. 

I now view the images, documents, and freezer packed from past hunts as a way to hold on to the people and memories he fears forgetting. And also a way to hold on to himself. The house, like him, tells the same stories over and over, forming an echo of not only memory but identity. As I reflect on our own relationship, I've come to realize that the bond we've always shared is also deeply interwoven with the memories The Old House holds. The time I spend photographing him and the space is not just about documentation, but a way for me to preserve what I am scared to lose – our connection. 

May, 2025