Another from the Water Street Bookstore in Exeter, NH.  This is what a bookstore should be.  Shelves and shelves of old, georgous books, plus stacks on the floor.  Old, worn-in chairs everywhere.  Amazing art that I’ve never seen hanging on the wall.  I love this place and could have spent the day here, feeling all literary and taking pictures.

One of the many beautiful radiators in our old house, whistling through almost one hundred New England winters.

I pulled a book off the shelf tonight and opened it to find the date beautifully handwritten in ‘July 3 / 1901’. The pages are in perfect condition; I doubt the book has been opened since that day. Amazing.