nearby the house in my parents backyard a very high birch tree is standing. my father loves to watch the birds. so he is feeding them in a bird house which is hung up in the birch at the same height as the windows of the living room in the second floor. with a touch of genius he is working with a wire rope so that he easily can put the fodder in and heave up and down the bird house.
journal page in pen/ink and pencil/watercolor