Do you remember reading books as a child? Can you recall the hours spent with your nose buried between pages that swirled with wild adventures?
I remember the precious moments mama read to me while tucked up under the nook of her arm and the sweet scent of her breath as she gave the characters life with her voice. Memories of scenes, stories and emotions that made passage of time irrelevant and surroundings forgotten.
Then, life happened, things got busy and books were abandoned in corners and on dusty book shelves.
These stories were magnificent!! How did I miss this the first time around?
For me, reading the classics with an adult eye was like discovering chocolate kisses in every corner and I’ve been gorging myself ever since. Thankfully, the Grimm Brothers and Carroll are calorie-free.
This post is a preamble to what I’m doing on my photography site this week. If you feel like escaping, read the short piece below and visit there as often as you like.
Drinking tea, chasing white rabbits and escaping from reality. If Mad Hatters are your reality, well, you’ll fit right in. The lines between fact and fiction are often blurred and fun will be had by anyone who rests under the mushroom for a bit.
Since this feels a bit like falling down a hole, I hope you’ll keep me company. Check back daily to see who’s late, what doors we can fit through and if we keep our heads.
If it all comes together, it’ll be a week full of muchness.
Alice came to a fork in the road. “Which road do I take?” she asked. “Where do you want to go?” responded the Cheshire Cat. “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the Cat, “it doesn’t matter.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland