There are plenty of reasons for keeping a notebook somewhere nearby or for taking it with me if I’m going somewhere. Sometimes it’s about jotting down thoughts without being judgemental, other times I’m putting pen to paper to write about a landscape that borders on the cliché. But I’d never let a notebook dictate the quality of my thoughts. I’ve been in love with Alpine landscapes from the first moment I saw black and white photographs that my grandfather took with his rangefinder camera. Things have changed over the course of years, of course, but there’s something spellbinding about the greenery. Perhaps it’s the mild climate that feels so good on the skin. Maybe the magic is in the leaves already telling the story of the fall as I feel the warmth in my heart. These are the kind of things that I like to write about. A sense of belonging that places evoke. It’s something I share in a symbolic meaning with my close ones. There’s a connection on a deeper level that makes it so special to me.