When I was in Portland back in July, Chaz and I went to Powell's Books. We spent most of the day browsing our favorite subjects. I got caught up in the photography section, flipping through book after book. I came across a rather large book of photographs by Jacques Henri Lartigue, one of my favorite photographers. It was beautiful but ultimately a little pricey for me. But now I wish I had gotten it or at least written down its name. I can't stop thinking about it.