Within the hallowed halls of Powell’s Books in Portland, OR with a next-to-nothing budget is not an easy thing to be for book-cravers.  But it also picques the selectional impulse somewhere thrumming in our genetic bands.  Survival of the “fittest” given current conditions and some self-observation through excruciating choice.

What came back with me:

what did not , purely due to economic constraints, and set aside at the last possible moment (at closing):

equivalency finds for my wife:

now to prepare pictures of those immaterial experiences – the fleeting profounds – that happen as we go

to be posted soon