"Write out your goals. It’s amazing how few people do. By writing out your goals, you prevent a random walk through life. So many people just wander through life." — Eric Jorgenson, The Anthology of Balaji

This morning while making up my coffee with my moka I was scrolling the incoming chats from last evening (I do have setup a privacy mode that triggers up at 21:00 and so I don't have notifications after that time). Among many futile things I went through Luca's input about this year's World Press Photography contest.

Beware, the linked photo is called “A Father’s Pain” and it's not for the faint of heart. Mine has become very small. Just moments before I was in our double bed holding my son's hand [*].

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[*] yes, he's still small enough to feel the need, during the night, to reach us in the bed and hold one of your hands.

[**] as a side note, in Italy we say ‘cuore piccolo piccolo’ that literally translates as ‘small small heart’. In Italian the expression has a delicate note that I find lost in English translation. Maybe there's an equivalent expression I don't know that's used in those situations? Let me know …

Given the 3 blogs features built into Scribbles, I have started a new side project called ICONOGRAPHY (thanks Lou for the name).

This photo from @lovatochiara reassumes all the reasons why I love riding my bike during autumn. The colors are amazing, the Sun can warm you a little, and you cannot help to stop smiling under your helment.
Ride safe…

❝ A latin adage on the will to achieve: If there's no wind, row.

❝ There is no need to fear any problem you are working on. If you are working on it, then you are influencing the outcome.
It's the problems you don't address that should concern you. — anonymous

This is a view from an old private building in my hometown. Just to say that we live in beauty, but often we aren't aware of our lucks [*]

[*] yes, not everything shines, and many things could be bettere here. But I like to celebrare those small beautiful things I can enjoy.

❝ You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays.
— Meredith Wilson

Mutts comics, by Patrick McDonnell is one of those piece of heart that enlighten my heart every single time I read them. Like works by Liz Climo or Bill Whatterson or the masters Charles Schultz and Quino they are at the same time simple, profound, gentle and full of love.

Unfortunately in Italy Mutts did not have a proper editorial success and, as far as I know, only two or three books were published. A drop in the sea in over 30 years of its existence on the comics' market.

It's a pity that a full books of the archived strips seems not to be found, but one of my next goals is to get the ones that have been published.