you have a nice neck, strange comment sorry but I use to pose for artist who said that about my neck too...

I love books and old things that pretty amazing that you found books with handwritten passages in them,

My mother had a old wardrobe that she found hidden in it a old Violin with a very dried flower in the case I wish I knew the story of the violin that would be something magical

that really does make the world of a difference when rummaging through old books...

I remember methodically working my way through one of my parents bookwalls for that very reason.

and once again, thank you very much indeed!
that would be absolutely spectacular as well.

I'm good. tired, stressed, but good.

that's so cool.
i collect turn of the century nonfiction and my favorite part about it is seeing what kinds of scraps of things people leave in between the pages. like homework exercises in english primers, some weird early life insurance application in a family medical encyclopedia from 1892, hand written recipes in homemaker's manuals, etc. so neat!

i can't wait to scour the flea markets and second hand stores overseas!

beautiful pictures. i really think you should shoot a self shot. yes!

xo

that's actually a good idea to write a story, have you ever seen the red Violin it's a really good movie about a Violin that was made in the 1600's from the blood of a man's lover and it tells it's story threw history... check it out if you have it . It's good

That is so cool that you share your food with the birds like that. I feed the birds here at my apartment. This one bird - a thrasher, I think - has developed a taste for asiago cheese bread.

I just watched Definitely, Maybe the other day with the wife. There's a sweet little story line concerning inscriptions in books in it. I was later informed it's also a "chick flick." This slightly horrified me, as I found the movie quite enjoyable. Ah, what are labels anyway?

Sometimes, when a woman puts her hair up, it is a very wonderful thing. These pictures are a good indication of when you are seeing one of those times.

I saw a baby possum on my way to work today. He was very scared and alone, but someone had left a piece of carrot for him. He looked up at me as I passed by as if to ask, "Are you my family?" It utterly wracked my heart, and possums are not the most lovable creatures. I tried to call Animal Services, but sat on hold until they simply disconnected me. So much for my "important call." Look at me, fretting over what is basically a giant rat.

I'm glad I'm not the only book inscription voyeur.

A few years ago I happened on a yard sale with lots of furniture and decided to stop. Among the usual bric-a-brac was a shoebox full of beautifully written and decorated letters, some on fine linen paper, some not--very old, from the '30s. They were love letters from various men to the owner of the home, who had recently died. I'm not sure which I found more offensive: That her insensitive slob relatives didn't want them, or that they would think to sell them to any stranger with $5. Fortunately I was that stranger. I sat and read the ones I could (some were in French, and my French is deplorable), and I felt both uplifted and terribly depressed. Imagine saving love letters for nearly 70 years then having your family put them on the curb.

In any case, I quite enjoyed that tiny peek into what must have been a very happy period of her life.

I've often thought of myself as being nostalgic for times that long preceded me. I have a bookcase from my step-grandfather, and in it are editions of Shakespeare and de Maupassant and Thackeray and Dickens and Balzac and others with publication dates from the mid-1800s through the early 20th century. Just glancing through them piques my own sentimental urge, though they regrettably lack those heartfelt personal snippets you cite. I have no children to inherit my collection and don't know that I'll be acquiring any -- I better make sure my nephew likes to read! Have a great weekend,

-TTm

I love finding something like that in old books, or even old anything, I have a really big imaginations so I always think a about who the person was and what there life was like and what was going on in there life at the time.

Those are really beautiful.

I’m really sentimental also.

I have an old dresser that my mom bought at a yard sale at some farm way out in the middle of nowhere when she was on a trip, I always wonder who the person was that owned it and where all that dresser had been.

I’m the same way, I see value in things way too much, but I don’t mind, if it wasn’t for people like that there wouldn’t be things in museums.

I think you will be known the world over and all your things will be in a museums

I love those photos, your hair looks amazing.

When I was younger my mom and step dad lived in a house up next to a hill, there were foxes that were always around, my step dad would leave food out for them and at one point they would even come down and take food out of his hands, but then they stopped coming around, I think the mean dogs in the area scared them away.

That's such a lovely wee story and so apt being written in a Rilke book (I think maybe he's one of the most intense poets when it comes to writing on matters of the heart). I've happened across inscriptions/small notes when buying old records on occassion too, which led me to have a similar thought to yours of what will happen/who will own them and add their own history to them once they are no longer in my posession for whatever reason... then I become almost nostalgic for a future which hasn't even occured yet. x

I see foxes all the time in here, I live on St leonard's with the park just a few meters away from me.
Foxes, Squirrels, Cats, Pigeons, Gulls, Crows, and sometimes people

Yeah, I'm in the Highlands. Well, Inverness to be precise.

I used to think that everyone had a lost love too, but I've met so many people recently who don't have one (yet?). I wish I didn't, it's a constant pull on the hearstrings and a drain on the heart, but maybe I will find some strength from it yet. Sometimes I wish there was such a thing as being able to have your memory erased á la Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

Glad you enjoyed. *humble bow*

I'll be alright as soon as I stop worrying about the little possum.