lunedì 20 luglio 2020

little neighbours...




«How many neighbours we have, how little we know about them

and how seldom we get in each other's way!»


«Another day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and

sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short,

and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees

and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.»


(John Muir, My first Summer in the Sierra)

image from Glimpses I - Leporello / Fine-Art print / postcard