My life is full of stacks of books. Bedside table (well, it’s a cardboard box with cloth over it), every flat surface–floor, table, bureau, bed–any shelf I can scrounge from anywhere and any bag I carry around with me. All covered or filled with stacks of books. Every so often I take a picture of one of them and use it as the header for this blog, and I’m going to keep a gallery-ish collection of retired book stack photographs here for you to peruse at your leisure.
5.5.2011
9.17.10
1.10.11
3.9.11
