26/05/2026
Life has been a blur lately, and if I'm honest, I think that's just... life. It doesn't slow down, does it? There's always something pulling at you, always somewhere to be, something to do. Before you know it, weeks have gone by.
This past weekend I gave myself permission to step away from it all - a city I love, good friends, some much needed breathing space. I wasn't working, I wasn't thinking about work.
And then I met Harry.
We got talking the way people sometimes do - easily, openly, like we'd known each other longer than we had. At some point in the conversation, Harry shared something he'd written:
"Born 1850, died 1919, I wondered what happened in those years in-between, and what mark will I leave to remember me by, except the date I was born and the date that I die."
I was completely blown away. Harry is 78, and he told me he can't believe where the years have gone. It's a question we all ask ourselves, isn't it? Life just... moves fast.
I told him about Before it Fades. About what we do, and why we do it.
He didn't hesitate.
I'll be making the journey back to Liverpool to sit with Harry - to listen, to photograph, and to make sure that everything that happened in between those two dates is kept. Preserved. Treasured.
That's exactly why Before it Fades exists.
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