My late grandfather, Graham Woods, took a class in photography when he studied at Otago University in the 1960s. The photographs had been developed, some cut, sleeved and labelled, others still in long strips, alongside an unopened pack of Agfa paper. Never having been printed, or even seen outside of negative form. My aunt found the negatives in a box, originally given to her not long after his death, because she too took a class I photography.

In working with these photographs, I have felt a connection to a man that is so deeply embedded in who I am, but who I felt I didn’t really know. He is someone who had touched many of the people who I have now come to really know; he is carried on within them.

I made this book to share this process, the uncovering of his memories, with the people that loved him the most. There are only five copies; one for his wife, one for each his three daughters, and one for me.