SUMMER ADVENTURE
Throw caution to the wind and join us on this adventure into Wonderland. A collection for idyllic afternoons picnicking and embracing nature, for the quiet adventures into worlds built by words, and for believing in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where—” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where—” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”
Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table:she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words "EATME" were beautifully marked in currants. "Well, I'll eat it," said Alice, "…either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!"
It was all very well to say `Drink me,' but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry…
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad.You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice Replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”
“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!”
“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.”
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice Replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”
“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!”
“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.”
Photographer Mary Lee
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