Carroll’s photography wasn’t just a hobby—it was a workshop for his storytelling. The way he composed scenes, often with theatrical lighting and deliberate stillness, echoes the tableau-like quality of his narrative moments. Take the famous 'Dodo and the Caucus-Race' illustration: it feels like a photograph frozen mid-action, chaotic yet perfectly arranged. His lens taught him to observe quirks and freeze fleeting expressions, which later brought characters like the Queen of Hearts to life with such vivid absurdity. The man didn’t just write fantasy; he framed it.
Lewis Carroll's photography is such a fascinating lens into his creative mind—literally! His obsession with capturing the world through a camera absolutely bled into his writing, especially in 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.' The way he framed his photographs, often with meticulous attention to detail and surreal compositions, mirrors the whimsical, almost dreamlike quality of his stories. I’ve always thought his portraits of children, like Alice Liddell, show how he saw the world with a child’s wonder, which became the soul of his writing.
What’s really striking is how his photography intersected with his love for puzzles and logic. He didn’t just take pictures; he staged them, often with symbolic props or poses that felt like visual riddles. That same playfulness appears in his writing—think of the Mad Hatter’s tea party or the Cheshire Cat’s disappearing act. Both his photos and his stories feel like they’re part of a larger game, one where reality bends to the rules of imagination. It’s no surprise that his photographs of distorted perspectives (like those double-exposure experiments) feel like early drafts of Wonderland’s topsy-turvy logic. I’d argue his camera was just another way for him to ask, 'What if?'
The novel is mainly about the forgotten British poet/writer named C. J Richards who lived in Burma/Myanmar in colonial times and he believed himself as a Burmophile. He served as I.C.S (Indian Civil Servant) and when he retired from I.C.S service, he was a D.C (District Commissioner) and he left for England a year before Burma gained its independence in 1948. He came to Burma in 1920 to work in civil service after passing the hardest I.C.S examination. He wrote several books on Burma and contributed many monthly articles to Guardian Magazine published in Burma from 1953 to 1974 or 1975. Though he wrote several books which had much literary merit to both communities, Britain and Burma (Myanmar), people failed to recognize him.
The story has two parts: one part is set in the contemporary Yangon (then called Rangoon) in 2016 context and a young literary enthusiast named “Lin” found out unexpectedly the forgotten writer’s poetry book and there is surely a good deal of time gap that led him into a quest to know more about the author’s life. The setting is quite different comparing to colonial Burma and independence Myanmar (Burma), early twentieth century and 2016 which is a transitional period in Myanmar.
The writer’s life is fictionalized in the novel and most of the facts are taken from his personal stories and other reference books. It is a kind of historical novel with a twist and it has comparatively constructed the two different periods in Myanmar history to convince readers, locally and abroad more about history, authorship, humanity, colonialism, and transitional development in Myanmar today.
On Valentine's Day, as my girlfriend, Christy Lawrence, and I stroll along a tourist hot spot, a photographer asks me, "Care to take a photo? Oh, you brought someone new again!"
I brush it off as a joke, but Christy stops the photographer and says seriously, "He told me I'm his first girlfriend. How can you make up a lie like that?"
The photographer snorts. "This young man here brings a different young woman with him to take a photo here every six months. I still have the photos to prove it!"
He brings out his phone and shows us a photo of a couple—the man looks exactly like me.
All of the surrounding tourists start eyeing me scornfully.
I take my phone out and make a call.
"Hello, I suspect that someone has stolen my identity. Could you please send a police officer over?"
Her name was Cathedra. Leave her last name blank, if you will.
Where normal people would read, "And they lived happily ever after," at the end of every fairy tale story, she could see something else. Three different things.
Three words: Lies, lies, lies.
A picture that moves.
And a plea: Please tell them the truth.
All her life she dedicated herself to becoming a writer and telling the world what was being shown in that moving picture. To expose the lies in the fairy tales everyone in the world has come to know.
No one believed her. No one ever did.
She was branded as a liar, a freak with too much imagination, and an orphan who only told tall tales to get attention. She was shunned away by society. Loveless. Friendless.
As she wrote "The End" to her novels that contained all she knew about the truth inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, she also decided to end her pathetic life and be free from all the burdens she had to bear alone.
Instead of dying, she found herself blessed with a second life inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, and living the life she wished she had with the characters she considered as the only friends she had in the world she left behind.
Cathedra was happy until she realized that an ominous presence lurks within her stories. One that wanted to kill her to silence the only one who knew the truth.
Our world, our home planet Earth had been our realm for so many years and yet it had been so little construed. Our world had been the most diverse and most beautiful and most precious and also the most mysterious than any other planet in the universe.Despite spending so many years we hardly understand it.Sometimes not alone our experiences but our way to perceive them can make all the difference.There are many experts and high technologies all around the globe who have dedicated their lives to decipher the code of the universe but what if out of everyone the universe opened up one of its secrets to a little soul who has just started blooming.What will it bring to this little soul and what will happen to this secret?What will happen when everything they thought to be textbook become happenings before the eyes of these little souls?The credit of the cover of the book belongs to the actual owner. I found the picture of the cover on Pinterest.Rest I hope you can give this story a try.I hope you will like it.
Merida was a certified black sheep of the family. She loves to hear her grandmother's story about fairies, dragons, pirates and princesses and her favorite was the tale about the legendary pirate named Escarial, and a Princess called Athalia.
Listening to her grandma’s folktales was her routine all throughout her eighteen years of existence. That’s why when her grandmother died without having at least a last talk with her, she turned badly depressed. She didn’t go to school at all, and just stayed in her grandmother’s room to lock herself away from the rest of the world.
Three days after her grandmother’s funeral, strange things happened in her room. The painting her old woman often gazed on suddenly moved and glowed. She succumbed to it, helpless, and had nothing to do to save herself because of the force that was beyond overwhelming. The next thing she knew, she was in North Sonnenfield. What’s more shocking to her was the name she’s called as by her servants; Princess Athalia—the heir of the throne, and the only daughter of King Eldar of North Sonnenfield.
She was in awe, because she remembered that King Eldar was the character in the story. The palace where she found herself lost was the same place where the brave princess who ventured the dangerous sea had lived.
She loves being in a Sonnenfield. However, she knew to herself that the day will come when she would wake up from a dream.
But life always has a twist because Captain Escarial came to the scene. She expects that he will be gentleman just like pirate captain in the book. But to her horror, this Captain Escarial is snobbish, rude and proud.
Oh, how she hates him!
Delving into 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' always sparks my imagination, especially thinking about the inspiration behind it. Lewis Carroll, or Charles Lutwidge Dodgson as he was known in real life, created this whimsical tale from a beautiful blend of creativity, personal friendship, and a touch of mathematical mischief. The story reportedly began during a boat trip with Alice Liddell, the daughter of the dean of his college. Carroll invented the story on the spot, captivating Alice and her sisters. I can only imagine how enchanting that moment must have been!
It's fascinating that Carroll's background in mathematics plays such a prominent role in his writing. The nonsensical riddles and peculiar logic present in 'Wonderland' resonate with the playful side of math, challenging readers to think outside conventional boundaries. His ability to weave imagination with intellect makes the narrative not only a children’s classic but also a treasure chest of curious ideas to unravel as an adult. I often find myself revisiting certain chapters, spotting new details that shift my perspective every time. The absurdity and charm of Carroll's creation remind me of how powerful storytelling can be, transcending age and time.
Interestingly, Carroll was quite fascinated by the idea of childhood and its complexities, which is a recurring theme in his works. Alice’s adventures can be viewed as a commentary on the innocence and yet the absurdities of growing up, something I think resonates on so many levels. Whether it’s the Queen of Hearts screaming 'Off with their heads!' or the Caterpillar's philosophical musings, there’s a delightful chaos that invites all ages to reflect on their experiences with growing up and fitting into a structured society. It’s a timeless relic that continues to inspire creativity in literature today!
Lewis Carroll's 'Alice in Wonderland' is one of those stories that feels like it bubbled up from a dream—and in many ways, it did. The tale began as an improvised story Carroll told to entertain Alice Liddell and her sisters during a boating trip in 1862. The real Alice, a young girl with a curious mind, kept begging him to write it down, and eventually, he expanded it into the whimsical novel we know today. But there’s more to it than just a children’s bedtime story. Carroll, a mathematician and logician, wove puzzles and wordplay into the narrative, reflecting his love for riddles and absurdity. The Mad Hatter’s tea party, for instance, plays with the idea of time in a way that feels almost like a math problem disguised as nonsense.
What’s fascinating is how personal the story was to Carroll. He filled it with inside jokes and references to his own life—like the Dodo representing himself (he had a stutter and sometimes pronounced his last name as 'Do-do-dodgson'). The Cheshire Cat’s grin might’ve been inspired by a carving in his hometown, and even the Queen of Hearts could be a nod to strict Victorian etiquette. It’s a blend of childlike wonder and grown-up cleverness, which is why it’s endured for so long. Every time I reread it, I catch something new, like how the caterpillar’s cryptic advice mirrors Carroll’s own playful frustration with adult rules. It’s no wonder the book feels both timeless and deeply personal—it was a gift to a real child, spun from inside jokes and a love of silliness.