roaming afternoon

i didn't make it to the art show but it was nice to get out of the house for a slice of the afternoon.

this sign is outside the montague book mill, a little gem in an old mill building with creaky floors and musty rooms. these people are really relaxed about both the condition and edition of the books they take. the super old ones are my favorite. regardless of the actual story you feel like you're reading something important.

the older the book, the more likely i am to struggle to finish it. weird?

anyway, i didn't make it to the art show today but i did rediscover frank sinatra on my way home. love that voice.