I get out of my lair early in the morning, when nature is not a cruel stepmother yet...

There is this intact beauty, which still allows me to admire the lazy dances of the clouds without looking immediately for a shelter in the shade.

When the rhythms of time seem to be slower, the physical activity leaves place to an erratic series of reflections, which - with exaggerate optimism - we might call daily little philosophy of life.
As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose.

Looking at this field vibrating under the morning breeze suddenly I remembered a quote from “Alice in Wonderland”

“Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop.”

I have always enjoyed the witty and eccentric quotations of Lewis Carroll, but I feel ill at ease thinking of some aspects of the biography of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, ministry of the Anglican Church and talented photographer.

I’m reading an interesting book on this subject, but this is another story....