When I took this photo I realized that I was between two extremes – the stillness of the blanket of dry leaves and the speed of the car going along the road. Extremes are always bad, on one side because of excess, and also on the other because it’s lacking. I think that in life it’s as bad to stay still and do nothing as it is to move forward too quickly. I don’t like extremes. Nothing in life is black or white. Aristotle said: “Virtue lies in the observance of a mean.”