I was looking at this picture repeatedly and didn’t understand why or what it was about that attracted me. Indeed, the pappi whitening the leaves of the poplars and the grass of the meadow like a second snowfall is not a sight one sees every day. Perhaps it was the particular morning light that leaves no shadows. But this morning, walking past the bookshelf, the title of a book by Thomas Moore attracted me: Original self. Immediately I linked that title to the picture: that’s what I saw there: something of me that I had never seen before and that I suddenly recognised in toto. I recognised myself, as I unconsciously know myself to be. Instead of being critical of myself, I was happy with how I saw myself, and the nudity suggested that I didn’t need anything but that the trappings we are obliged to wear hide what we are from our eyes.