I sometimes feel like watching my life from a train window. Things flow fast, they keep going, whatever. Or maybe, actually, life itself is a kind of view from a train window. We should not focus on the first layer of images, too rapid and you cannot capture the connotation/significance. What remains intelligible is what we see as the most distant, clearly distinguishable. The set of whole things in their entirety counts, when we are not too close, not too involved. And that precise and faraway layer offers us the possibility to see. . Another reason to just walk. A different perspective on life. . Pics from my walking from Siena to San Quirico d’Orcia, Vignoni Alta, Bagno Vignoni, Radicofani. 🗝👣