I think my photoblogging days might be coming to a close. For a year I posted a photo or happy thought almost every day at Nine Pages Every Day. I haven’t yet decided whether I will continue that blog or save my pictures for myself and my Facebook friends and my records of something beautiful everyday to a Word document I’ve been adding to since January 31 (and using since then to generate posts for Nine Pages Every Day).
That being said, I like photography, and I like sharing my photography, however mediocre it might be, because photographs are a captured instant, a captured space, a condensed memory.
But you’re here for books and storytelling.
Today, I can’t provide you any fresh book reviews; I haven’t any I could get done before midnight. There are–you know–many weeks like this. More than I care for there to be.
So I’m proposing this: When I can’t provide you with new bookish text, let me provide you with bookish photography. I’ve combed back through my photos, a set in this library ranging back to early October 2012, and found all the shelfies I’ve taken (before I knew the word shelfie).
Let me share with you these snapshots of my life, this story of my life as captured by books.
I’m guessing if you’re here, you probably like looking at books and photographs of books too. And you probably understand the insight that a shelfie can offer.