the wash

the wash

There’s something about the wash hanging outside a window that pulls me toward it–almost like the feeling I have for row houses.  “The task of finding your key images is lifework,” Georgia Heard wrote. Oddly, though, with the wash, it’s...
from positano

from positano

From Le Sirenuse, a hotel in Positano, Italy, that, in the dark green leather stationary folder, includes a bookmark.  Imagine that.  In a place as beautiful as this, that tiny nudge to pick up a book and read. Only after I take in the bookmark do I move to its quote...
from st. andrews

from st. andrews

“Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Daniel.” “When a library disappears, or a bookshop closes down, when a book is consigned to oblivion, those of us who know this place, its guardians, make sure that it gets here.  In this place, books no...