But Where Are the Books?
Several years ago I purchased a photo taken in Corea, Maine. Greg, the photographer, and his wife had displayed his photos at a small craft fair.
The following year we met again at the same fair. While I didn't purchase another photo we spoke about books, Maine, and writing.
Today we went to an opening at a rather high end gallery and there were six of Greg's photos displayed--beautiful black and white photos of Maine. He was one of a dozen artists.
After speaking to Greg and his wife about the book she's writing, learning Polish, and the fine work on display we went downstairs for several more chips and left.
Now the gallery is situated overlooking the water--a stunning setting, but I miss what occupied that space before closing shop. A bookstore.
Many a rainy Maine day was spent trolling the shelves and eating the store cookies. Every time an independent bookstore closes it's a loss. And all the high end galleries can't replace a bookstore even when the work displayed is exceptional.
The following year we met again at the same fair. While I didn't purchase another photo we spoke about books, Maine, and writing.
Today we went to an opening at a rather high end gallery and there were six of Greg's photos displayed--beautiful black and white photos of Maine. He was one of a dozen artists.
After speaking to Greg and his wife about the book she's writing, learning Polish, and the fine work on display we went downstairs for several more chips and left.
Now the gallery is situated overlooking the water--a stunning setting, but I miss what occupied that space before closing shop. A bookstore.
Many a rainy Maine day was spent trolling the shelves and eating the store cookies. Every time an independent bookstore closes it's a loss. And all the high end galleries can't replace a bookstore even when the work displayed is exceptional.
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