home video

I spent the last few weeks trawling through old family VHS tapes and cassette's, my grandfather was a man who always carried a camera with him whenever the family gathered and there's such a warmth in these moments. I remember coming home from school and sitting down with him to watch these videos, he would pan the room of some rural clubhouse made dancehall for the night, and he'd name every person the camera glanced. "She's dead… He's dead… She might as well be". In his old age he seemed apathetic to dying, because he'd felt death many times in those he'd loved. Felt it every time he watched his films.