Self Portrait Tuesday - Doco Series III

I grew up in 2 inner city suburbs of Sydney and have lived a completely urban existence. Today I'm showing you an event that was a first timer for me. Last year visiting the in-laws in Germany, before the real true cold nights started, JD and I picked the apple tree clean and stored away the ever diminishing harvest in the cellar for the year. JD grew up with a forest at his back door, and a grandmother who had a garden the size of a park full of fruit trees and vegetables and herbs, while I played cricket and soccer in the street until dark and rode my skateboard and bike through the hippy crowd that used to gather at the Paddo Bazaar - which is now called the Paddington markets. We could not have had more different roots.

Germany is a bit of a fairytale land for me. Somehow everything is so safe, and clean and perfect. It's very rural and the seasons are so dominating that you feel quite connected to nature because it's all encompassing with the extremes that each season brings.

When I see these photos, I can smell the apples and feel the cold humid air and remember how doing something as simple as picking apples off a tree made me very happy.