I am glad to have a green patch on one side of our house where we hear the birds chirping in the morning. In fact, I am woken up by them at around 4.30 am recently and they are chirping away until the afternoon. I decided to leave my camera out just in case I spot some of them being still even if only for a second. Most of them are not, but I get lucky once in a while. I was lucky once today.
The above-weathered paintings are from roofs of old buildings in one of the cobbled streets of Padua, the last place you would expect such beautiful paintings. They are easy to miss because we often don’t see the roofs of the pathways we walk.
“… as we travel again between life and death,
Waking and dream, blinking, while layers within layers,
None better, none worse, unravel and knit up before us . . .”
― Jay Woodman