A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. so the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion. – Umberto Eco
Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. Theres something very powerful about finding snow in summer. – Andy Goldsworthy
