There Was A Time

When I began in photography, I collected books, pamphlets, exhibition catalogs, even announcements. I told myself that if I collected them, then I would have a better, bigger, fuller set of internal shots. To a point, that was true. It was stored in what I called the brown room, taking up more than half the third floor in my house. Too much to move when we went west, it was sold, given, or discarded.

It wasn’t the first library I had thrown away. It was, maybe, the third or fourth. Now, I am rebuilding some of it. Too bad that so much of what I find smells of age, smells old, that must and dust smell.

5B4

At 5B4 a sale is, or will be, happening this weekend. It looks as though s/he is planning a change. Wish I could hop that big ole jet airliner and take it all away. If you are in Chelsea, stop by and buy something. Start filling your own brown room.
Try not to ever sell it.