This is from a sketch book of mine showing the view from the bedroom of where I was staying in a small village north of Pisa.
The pink of a early morning cloud and the way the road winds down the mountainside, you always knew when a car was being driven down the mountain side as its owner hit the horn to warn other drivers. also the colour of rooftops. I hink it was the first morning as well so there is the excitment and freshness of a brand new day
a sketch book evoks memory and is more intimet than photos. You can also write notes in a sketchbook.