When I used to visit my grandparents, on either side of the family, there was always a list of chores scribbled on a yellow post-it note and stuck near the phone. Their lives were plagued with a constant stream of things that needed doing, things beyond their physical capacity; light bulbs that needed changing, windsocks that needed hung, toilets with flushes that stuck.

My father's parents moved to La Playa Manor Estates, a senior citizen residential community, in an attempt to organize and simplify their lives. La Playa was a place of order. Before my grandfather had to be moved out, just a couple years after they had moved in, he took comfort in the fact that his lawn would be mowed on Tuesdays before noon and that the watering would be taken care of, whether he remembered it or not.

This project began while visiting family in the summer of 2001. This was a period of time that followed the death of my father-in-law, saw significant declines in the health of both of my grandfathers, and the summer that my wife became pregnant with our son, Sam. It was a time during which the smallest gestures and objects of the everyday took on a significant weight.Making photographs isn't necessarily enough, but still, it's something worth scribbling on my list in the morning. It's another of those things that needs to be done.