“It’s getting silent in my head”, my dad said to my mother a few years ago. He was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and couldn’t read his newspaper anymore, had forgotten all he knew about almost everything and he was even forbidden to take a stroll in his so favoured woods.
So every time we had the opportunity, one of us accompanied him into ‘his’ woods. I quite often took a camera with me on this ever shortening walks.

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