Morning walk in Saint-Paul de Vence, April 2015.

On wildness

“Life consists with Wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him. One who pressed forward incessantly and never rested from his labors, who grew fast and made infinite demands on life, would always find himself in a new country or wilderness, and surrounded by the raw material of life.”

From the book Walking by Henry Thoreau.