It’s a digital photograph of analog photography equipment…how meta. A couple of months ago, I was home in DC to visit my parents and was advised to pack up all my books and things from the attic. Now that I have a house of my own, this was not only a good idea, but I missed my books. They are old friends that trace a very turbulent part of my history. The books I read in middle school and high school were a crucial part of my self-discovery. And while they did hold meaning sitting on the bookshelves of their birth – in a museum kind of way where I could go and look upon the space of my youth, they truly belonged with me. Among the double-packed books was another old, but not forgotten, friend: my Canon FTb Ql camera.