Because I'm in the middle of a "real" blog post that will not be ready until this weekend, and because I feel compelled to post something, anything related to books or writing, here's a photo of the top shelves of one of my many bookcases:
I like old books. I don't collect them for their monetary value, but for their stories and for their good looks. (laugh) Even if those looks are a little battered.
But, to be honest, I haven't read all the books on the second shelf. The antique encyclopaedia set on the top shelf has actually proven quite useful. It's about eighty years old, and is great for revealing what was known in that era (helps prevent anachronisms).
Here's a photo of that same bookcase, seen from the top, taken by my brother:
Pretty awesome, in my opinion. I collect odds-n-ends: a roll of packing tape from a defunct store, a cast-iron car that used to have wheels when I was a kid, an old talcum cannister, my grandmother's mantel clock, and a few other items that can't be distinguished. In the fuzzy background is an inexpensive and almost perfect new tripod to go with the new camera that took these photos.