I teach in the coolest room in the library. It's called the Regional History room. It's filled with nothing less than history of the west, from the beginning thoughts of Colorado and the trains that went through it, and the minerals that came from it, to Civil War archives, to directories where I can find the people who lived in my house for the past one hundred five years. Not many people know of this room, as demonstrated by the sheer volume of dust on these crumbling tomes. By the time my student shows up, I've got dust across my ears
Not much choice but florescent lighting in the room. Had it set on macro, I seem to like the outcome of the bokeh on that setting.
March 26, 2009
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