30 seconds of my Gramma, Ada.
I was testing out a new light for the camera and I asked gramma some questions, but she didn’t want to talk. She just stared back at me.
Maybe I shouldn’t have taken out the sound, but I did.
In the end, I’m not sure what this is or how to feel. It’s conflicting, because maybe she’s just staring at me because of the dementia; she’s not sure what I’m doing or can’t hear what I’m saying. But maybe she just wanted to sit there and let beauty and silence speak for her.