Und der Haifisch, der hat Zähne
Und die trägt er im Gesicht
Die Moritat von Mackie Messer, 1928
After a stroke, my father could no longer speak, write or read. Video calls were scary for him and so I started to take a photo every day, printed it out and sent my everyday life to him by post. An exchange of “talking photographs” lasting 457 days.