My Flat is underground and has a small patio which is accessible by climbing through the window. I have started a little photo project called “vor meinem Fenster” (outside my window” where, whenever I do something on my patio, I take a photo.
My father sends a round robin with his Christmas cards every year. He occasionally (jokingly) asks me where my one is. A part of me finds the round robin silly, as I have often enough heard it to be described as my Dad’s “self-promotion” letter. Which it kind of is, to be honest. But it still interests me to read it and find out what he did that year. I guess it is in our nature to be curious about the lives of others!
When I flick through an old sketchbook, I am always surprised by how well I can remember the circumstances while I was drawing the pictures. Here is my old sketchbook from this year which I didn’t consistently use but has many very different memories concealed in it.