Anna

The next few photographs are of a women called Anna, of whom took me under her wing for the few hours a day I was at the rest home. She told me of her life stories and how her grandchildren used to run along table-top mountain and how her life progressed throughout the time she lived in Kenya. She showed me most of her family photos and I felt joy that she was sharing this with me as she was reading out each of the family members name's as well as a small back story that came along with each one.
        I had a tour of her room as she pin-pointed everything within it and told me of how she came to own the items as well as what they meant to her, as well as her religious values and the visit of the priest to the home every Sunday. I also had the pleasure of talking to her about her small bugalow in which she lived before transferring to the home as well as meeting her husband in spirit as she talked f him as though he were present within the room.


I suppose I chose to approach Anna as she looked quite timid and friendly as well as colourful when sitting in the corner of the rest home, buried amongst all of the other residents.
However once meeting I found her not to be timid but a real character in which I could have stayed and talked to for days.