L is for...
Libraries
This is the stately library I walk past every day on my way to work.
It was the library I went to all through high school, and where I began my own habit of bringing home scads of books on a regular basis.
This is the less stately library that is actually associated with the town in which I live. It is the place where I'm re-enforcing in my daughters what I hope will be a life-long habit of bringing home lots of books. We usually have about 65 books out at any given time between us all. Sometimes more. But we do leave things in the library for others ... See the books in there?
It may be ugly, but it still looks appropriate inside:
See, not that much different from the stately library on the inside. That one looks like this:
The more striking difference between the two comes from the side/rear views. The stately library enjoyed a huge addition (designed by a brilliant architect who managed to make it blend into the old building almost seamlessly). That addition looks like this:
MY library is getting a new building. They're building it in what used to be our parking lot. It looks like this:
Libraries are a wonderful, priceless resource. Because of libraries, I've been able to learn new music, find new authors, hobbies, habits, and generally improve my knowledge of the world and how it works. I am also able to maintain a steady diet of recreational reading, listening and viewing (they've got a good movie collection too).
L is also for librarians. Because I don't have the room to post all their pictures here, nor have I had the time to gain their permission to do so, you do not see all of my lovely librarians' photos here. I admit to having favorites, but will not confess who they are. All librarians are wonderful people. I sometimes wish I'd made that my vocation...
Meanwhile, L is also for LACE (duh) (I AM a knit blogger -- and I AM participating in the Great Lace)
And LIPS
and Laughter
Without laughter, those of us who knit lace, would likely impale ourselves with our needles... or maybe garrote ourselves...
Now laughter is more than mere giggles:
But the problem with real live laughter -- is that it moves!
and so it's hard to get a good shot w/ a slow camera like mine.
Someday, I might even learn how to imbed sound files into my blog... lucky for you, I've not yet learned it, so you wont' hear recordings of laughter here. Just imagine it for yourself. And laugh a bit every day. It's better medicine than the famed Apple.
One of the first things I did when I moved to a new city was get a library card. Such good stuff.
Lovely post.
Posted by: Theresa | June 23, 2006 at 05:48 PM
Libraries! Got to have a library card, or I'd be dead broke.
Is that lace shawl from Folk Shawls? Litla Dimun Shawl?
Posted by: Carrie K | June 24, 2006 at 02:27 PM