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
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
― Sylvia Plath,